Walking the Dog in the Fog

I found this when scouring through my archives.  I wrote this about ten years ago for a competition.  It didn’t win.

I was walking the dog

Outside in the fog

I lost that daft dog

Outside in the fog

I lost my left clog

Tripping over a log

Looking for the dog

Outside in the fog

Looking for the dog

I walked into a bog

I lost the other clog

Outside in the fog

Looking for the dog

I broke into a jog

I saw the shape of the dog

Outside in the fog

I didn’t see the dog

It was a runaway hog

Homeward I did slog

Outside in the fog

My jaw dropped I was agog

At the door sat the dog

In his mouth a clog

Afraid of the fog

Homeward had headed the dog

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