by Liz Parfitt

Created on: January 04, 2009

Look, I just don't like sharing my bed with you

You take up too much room

I know it's queen size and all that jive

But please go and make it soon.

You haven't washed for ages

You smell so stale and yuk

And your breath reeks to high heaven

I've really had enough.

Look, I'm sorry, I can see I've hurt you

Please don't look at me that way

I'm just trying to be honest

I can't say it any other way

But all night long, you snore and fart

And you wake me up for love

I just want to sleep and dream my dreams

Is that asking too much? Lord above!

No, don't hang your head like that, oh please....

Now I feel like such a hog!

Okay, come back, forgive me and stay

But straight to sleep now my little dog.

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