Weeds The word Bulls*it Momdog cried out There’s weeds to pull and there’s no doubt You need to go outside Lexis thought you need to hide there are somethings that needs doin so stop the thing that you’re per-sue-en He grabbed a glove and the trash can and to his work he began I snuck into my secret spot be seen by Momdog ,she could not as he pull the weeds away My thoughts I sent to him my way and it wasn’t long, only a minute before he was singing a song With my thoughts in it I spoke of love Max down the street How I could see ,feel his heart beat his Paws,pulling at His leash. How I need to feel his kiss Daddog was not making sense My thoughts of Love were to intense and just when I was gettin thru out came Momdog ,His love so true To give Daddog an atta boy another job Him to enjoy She said those words he likes so much That would be, You like some lunch ? I’ve never seen him,move so fast Like this meal might be his last He sat down, to get his plate At his desk, which was just great My thoughts once again,did start to write I took my spot, won’t take all night Now that his meal is thru He’ll get up now and he’ll per sue The things, Momdog wants him to do And I’ll go take a Nap Lex