Whenever Thomas and his wife would go for a drive.
She would put him in the back seat and put her dog in the shotgun seat.
Her dog would be riding in the front seat looking so happy.
With his head hanging out the window feeling the cool breeze.
While he would be in the back seat pouting.
Maybe her dog should get a job and start paying the bills.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem