By BernardYoung

Freezing Fog And The Dog Who Couldn't Talk

'The forecast I saw
last night was right,'

he said. 'Freezing fog!'
'Martha, my dear dog'

he told her,
'this is not weather

fit to be seen out

'That is all very well,
my good man,'

thought Martha
(it's a shame

she couldn't talk)
'but if I don't

get my walk
and I can't keep it in

I'll have to let it out.
On your carpet.

Walkies anyone?'

Can't Keep It In

Martha My Dear

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