My parents are so angry

They say I will soon get gangrene

But I wish not to go outside

So I just sat and cried

Until my father threw me on the porch

Immediately my face began to scorch

I noticed the grass was so green

And well I hated being clean

I jumped and rolled around

My dad thought I looked like a clown

The grass all up in my nose

I ran quickly to spray it with the hose

A little brown dog I saw in the distance

Had to pet him cause I have no resistance

It bit me right on the finger

Then that finger began to linger

I ran inside to my room

Sat in the corner and began to gloom

Another reason why I should stay inside

Now I’ll just sit here and bide