9 September 2012
I have a dog whose name is Woody, And sometimes, for no reason, he gets rather moody. So in attempt to get his ass to lark, Our family took him to the park!
With a bounce in his step and a wag to his tail, Woodbert's brooding at once took sail. Behaving so well, we let him off the leash, Never knowing what troubles we'd carelessly unleashed...
Now, if you ask me, it wasn't his fault. Those pigeons were cawing in purposeful exolt. And in his frantic crave for pigeon's meat,
He must have missed the cliff... and stream beneath.
And as he emerged, confused and wet, With a smile in his face and head trauma, I bet, We noticed a sign on the side of the stream... It turns out dogs aren't allowed to swim!
So as the pigeon scatted in frantic dismay, We were kindly asked to go away.
But hats down, Wood, you made my day.
©ren360
Marvelous Misadventures Of Woody • Opuss № I