Waking in the morning
Asking how am I today
If the answers rubbish
In bed I rather stay
But I have a dog to think of
To the toilet she must go
So up I get to let her out
Some decidedness to show
Having had some breakfast
And a cup of tea
I begin to wonder
Where she now could be
I thought I saw her pass me
As in the house she fled
The cheeky little blighter
Had gone back up to bed.