When we were young - it was only a game

You would win - at everything

Chilhood rivalry - developed and grew

Games became battles - the I would always lose

Now you're a big shot - controlling my life

Causing me nothing - but pain and strife

But I know your weakness - you haven't a friend

Except from your puppy - who soon will be dead



Here is your puppy's head

Your only friend - bloody red

It's all your fault - it is dead

Tides have turned - now you lose

If you want the rest

It's too late - there's nothing left

Mangled poodle - makes good stew

I ruined your life - I laugh as I chew