The doghouse is my residence,
It’s where I spend my time,
It is the place a fellow goes,
When he commits a crime.
I try to do the proper thing,
But sometimes I forget,
It seems I crossed the line the night,
She got her bottom wet.
They say Hell hath no fury,
Like a woman whose been crossed,
And I agree, ‘cause since that night,
My loving life is lost.
I hope I’ve learned my lesson,
I hope I’ll change that frown,
From this day forth that toilet seat,
Will always be left down.
But there remains a puzzle,
I know I’ll never know,
Just why can’t ladies take a peek,
Before they stop and go?
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