The dog and the fine water

The first day of spring: we spent it in the park.
The humen were talking when a little dog shed a bark.

A member of the group of the overpopulated geese,
was attacking the dog who seconds before sneezed a sneeze.

Usually the dog chased birds as a hobby,
now it was in cold blood, which made me all sobby.

Luckily he was strapped to his leash made of leather,
that on which I can count on in all types of weather.

Realizing the obstacle that kept him from the goose,
I tried to do my share by attacking it with my shoes.

When the bird was gone and the commotion was in hand,
he enjoyed a sip of luxury water from a fine swedish brand.

The touch of the Ipod

When you wreck my ipod while doing your bussiness on the cord,
spending my money in a way I certainly can not afford,

I promise myself to be better at forseeing,
when cutest little you will be pooing or peeing.

Too much money down the sour, sour drain.
After all, you should feel the luck of not beeing in pain.

Even though the fault is entirely mine,
I can't help but shiver with anger all the way in to my spine.

The rowdy dog

He is known in my neighbourhood as the rowdy dog Cat.