To see you
Standing in the yard
Casually waving
A bottle of beer
To find you slipping
Shamefaced off the couch
When I emerge
On Sunday morning
To stand and wait
And wait some more
While you catch up
With all the neighborhood
To run the gauntlet every week
Of neighbors
Tired of all
Your endearing little ways
All these I can and do endure
And love you still
But when you
Throw up on my carpet
And then return to lick it up again
This is too much to bear
Get out of my house
Bad bad bad
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