The only time it’s acceptable to talk to a stranger
With a bag of shit in your hand
Is when you’re walking the dogs
I’ll bring some little pink bows next time
I know that frenchie’s name
Like he’s family
But I ain’t got a scooby
To his minders
I swear these ponds play hide and seek
And my two keep being finders
I feel so free in the grass
Long and charged
With energy from so many tootsies
But this time of day
The people are sparse
Because everyone’s at work
Like I should be
I knit with the leads
Hot sweat slips as it beads
I’ve worn a coat just for pockets
And I’m roasting
Me and my motley crew
Get looks round the sure view
Cos we ain’t got a cockapoo
For the show ring
The ducklings are bobbing
The preteens are sobbing
The loud can be smelt from town
I don’t give a shit
All we’ve got is moonlit
So I’ll do the night walk
In my dressing gown
I stand on top of the mound
Humble and proud
The dogs dancing around
The wind’s thrusting sound
Look over the greens
Away from the screen
To plod our round trip
Back to sofas and coffee sip
Pink key on green door
Claws stroke the floor
Twinkle of the ring
And a little stink swing
Cos over an hour’s mooch
And he’s only gone and shit past the bin
But we made it home in one piece
Four heads and twelve feet
A bit too ready
To watch the TV
I’ve been all over outside
But nothing brings me comfort
Like the home that you provide
And all those strangers I chat with
Fingers grasping bag of shit
Ain’t got nothing on you
Your smarts and your quick wit
I never pictured that four bed gaff
Two dogs or Beamer
I’ve never been a traditional dreamer
Never knew my sins could redeem or
Free me from these needs
That weren’t really in it for me
And I’ve never gone deeper
Never knew a wander could make me wonder so
Never knew I’d view so sure
But the leads are hung, feet are up
And these are just my dog walk thoughts.
By Lyric Deep.
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