It doesn't matter what the weather is, our pup gets his twice a day walks. It's just that I'd like to dress appropriately and that is near impossible some days...
Puddles
The forecaster predicted sun
My trust in him complete
Made it a white pants day
And I headed down the street
That evil weather scourge
He wasn't a little wrong
Clouds floated and hovered
Dropped buckets all day long
Leopard spots to avoid
Would anyone notice me?
If I stripped down naked
And headed home for tea
Rude cars speed past
Spit forth oily muck
How to get it out
Oh yuckity yuck yuck...
I detest damp socks
Squishy shoes are the worst
Filthy puddle water
To city life I'm cursed
Towards the train tracks
I walk resolute
Smell of baked cookies
My nostrils they pollute
Umbrella doesn't matter
By now I'm quite a mess
In line with others
I'll claim sweet duress
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoesíaI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
