My owner says he has a pain in the neck.
I offered to massage it good.
He said it would get much better,
If I left the neighbourhood.
I don't understand how my going away,
Helps to relieve someone's crick.
I'm told it's because I'm always,
Getting on everyone's wick.
I feel very sad and rejected,
Do people not like friendly seals?
Just because I stink of seaweed
And slobber during meals.
I'm only trying to be helpful,
I thought my owner wanted me to poop,
To bark at the TV and chew the curtains,
And relieve myself in the soup.
I hope my owner's neck gets well,
Then I know I'm not doing wrong.
I'll try not to irritate him,
And I'll try not to pong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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