My
dog woke me up about three,
She
needed to go outside for a wee,
So
I regrettably got out of my bed
Still
so feeling quite off my head
From
a whisky the previous night
Also
with Budweiser beer that I like.
Feeling
groggy I walked my doggie
And
let her off the lead to roam free.
The
crisp, fresh air is sobering
While
I was outside wayfaring,
Watching
Sadie was pleasing
With
her running and playing.
I’ll
have a sleep during the day
Where
on my bed we will lay.
©
Andrew Stevenson 23/02/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
I bet it was cold at that unearthy hour Andrew.
ReplyDeleteLoved the poem very enjoyable to read.
Yvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. It is cold in the early mornings. My Mother bought me a thick fleece for Christmas, so I'm well wrapped up! Thank you. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
DeleteThis sonnet made me laugh, Andrew! Why is it that dogs always need to go out when you least feel like taking them? I'm sure that you and Sadie had a great nap later.
ReplyDeleteGreetings Louise. Glad it raised some cheer with you. Sadie often wakes me when I don't want to get out of bed - but I do! Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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