Here we go, again

Here we go, again

It’s here again, the DAY of the SPROUT.
when anyone speaks, they have to shout
It’s a busy and hustling sort of day
as usual I’m told to “move, you are in the way “.

I try to find a corner that isn’t full of stuff,
surprisingly I do find, lots and lots of fluff.
The problem now is, I need the loo
for a number one, and a possible two.

I stand at the door, the recognised sign,
no one notices, so I start the whine,
No one hears, so I bark once or twice.
my owner hears, and arrives in a trice.

“Go on, ” she says, “and don’t be long”
I give her my look, and out I go,
just in time to release the flow

I really, really would love to stay out.
and not have to stare at the Christmas Sprout
or shovel it around inside my dish
once again, ignored my Christmas wish,
for NO SPROUT, NO SPROUT, NO SPROUT.