Bad Dog

A bad dog, a naughty hound

With mischief in his soul, he bounds

He chews on shoes and gnaws on chairs

He leaves a trail of destruction everywhere

He barks at night and howls at noon

His energy seems never to swoon

He digs up gardens and tears up plants

Leaving chaos in his wake, he chants

But still, he wags his tail with glee

A loyal friend, he'll always be

Though he may cause us strife and stress

His love for us is endless, nonetheless

So let us forgive his mischievous ways

And cherish him for all his doggy days

For even in his naughty deeds

He brings us joy, and that's all we need.