Upon the Litter Green she hopped;
her cat box for a dump.
Landing with her footpads
right on a dried-up clump.
Glaring 'cause the bastard
did not her cat box clean.
Staring at him mean.

Litter Green, they called it,
full of reeking turd,
pissed off at the nerd, he forgot.
Litter Green, they called it,
stinking in the sun,
waiting for the bum to change her box.

She thought he was an idiot,
he rationed out her food.
Perhaps he was a moron,
he was one stupid dude.
Never cleaned the cat box,
which was where she must piss,
she felt rather dissed.

Litter Green, they called it,
reeking in the sun,
it was not much fun to squat in it.
Litter Green, they called it,
stinking in the sun,
waiting for that scum to clean her box.

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But now the Litter Green's all gone,
the bag is empty now.
Where is that thoughtless bastard,
I'm gonna have a cow.
Aiming for the cat box,
she let loose with her piss,
purposely, she missed.

Litter Green, they called it,
full of reeking turds,
wished she could speak words to the bum.
Really mean, she called it,
failed to clean her tray,
someday he would pay,
she had been dissed.

Quite obscene, she called it,
made her squat in turds,
that was for the birds for your pet.
Quite unclean, dried-up shit,
overflowed the tray,
she would make him pay,
when next she pissed.