Then I forgot about it until my husband picked it up off the table and asked who wrote it...I'm guilty. I was going to blog about it, but I like how I wrote it, kind of like a poem. So I'm not going to change it from it's original idea.
Today I saw - scene of a
Dog, little, black with green sweater
blue leash dragging
30 seconds later, old Dude
winded, running, politely calling
whoa little doggy.
It was pretty funny. That dog had at least half a block on the old guy, and it sure didn't look like the guy was going to catch up.
Freedom! Freedom from green sweaters and sedate walks.