Why am I always painted bad,
When all I wanted was a coat?
Folks never seemed to get so mad
The times I slaughtered cow and goat.
But puppies? No, they're far too cute
To strangle, skin, and then re-stitch.
Each parent proved to be a brute,
Yet I'm the one who gets called "bitch"?
My house got soaked in puppy pee,
My wardrobe wrecked by vengeful curs.
It isn't fair, you must agree,
That I face ruin over furs?