So here is Lola, looking muddy after a walk in the park… actually not as muddy as he has been, she can completely change colour to dark brown! She definitely loves rolling in dirt… so I was thrilled to receive this poem, kindly sent by Sally Wiltshire (thank you, Sally), which is PERFECT – I have often had to attach Lola to a lead when, er, well, read on…!
A Walk In The Park
Dog’s out walking,
dog is good,
strutting round
the neighbourhood.
Dog’s excited
nears the park;
can’t resist
a cocky bark.
Dog’s impatient
picks up speed,
yanks the human
with the lead.
Dog is running
very fast,
off the bloomin’
lead at last.
Spots some fun,
puts on a spurt,
Dog is rolling
in the dirt.
Dog is stinking
pleased as punch;
the human has
a nasty hunch.
Hmm
Dog has rolled
in something vile
can smell him coming
from a mile
Dog jogs up,
with tail held high;
human gives
a sorry sigh.
Dog is bad
apparently
although, quite why,
Dog fails to see.
Dog is fastened
to the lead,
sees no problem,
sees no need,
no flippin’ reason,
to be cross;
the stinkier,
the better, Boss.
Don’t she know
a stink is gooooood
when strutting
round the neighbourhood?
© Sally Wiltshire
What does a dog magician say?
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