For Winston.

Oh Winston you bastard, we welcomed you

Into our home all those years ago, but

You took our love for granted and then strut

Your stuff all about the house as your crew,

Us peasants, are but yours to pee on until new

And fresh carpet is thrown out with the cut

And glued old. Winston, we are in a rut

As to what to do with this pissed-on stew.

But we can make one exception, that just

Because your butt has made everything stink,

And our lives more difficult with your must,

We will always love your snores and to think

That you bring my father such immense joy

That you flip the script for a dog and his boy.