This isn’t going to work you know
You’re short and that dog
But I go to your house
Don’t sit so close
You’re pale and this furniture
But I go up to your room
Don’t touch me
You’re annoying, the bed is small
But I spend the night
I don’t drink coffee
Your pot is stained and gritty with grounds
But I make a quiche
You are cheerful
And say I am cute
“Would you like to go camping? “
The dog licks my hand
And looks hopeful
“I do like to camp” I say
You pack your VW bus like a pro
There is food and water and wine
You me and the dog load in
Days later on country roads
You wear tie dye; I have your hat on
Dog’s ears blow back in the wind
We sing to the song
