Dog House 5/17/17

Minding my own business, doing no harm;
Messin' with my shotgun, when she sounded the alarm.
"Where did you put that package I left out on the deck?
UPS is here, can't find it; what the heck?"

Knew I was in trouble from the tone of her voice;
Pretending not to hear her was about my only choice.
Hands on her hips as she stormed back in the door;
"If you burned my package, I'm not your honey anymore."

So I'm doomed for the dog house, but, how was I to know?
I thought the box was empty, so on the burn pile it did go.
Maybe I can save it, throw some water on the flame.
But I'll wind up in the dog house, 'cause as usual, I'm to blame.

Tonight I'll take her out to dinner, buy a big bouque.

Apologize profusely; make everything okay.