The bulldog on the rat run twiddled with his buttons.
The lady in the Beckham boot wobbled on one high heel.
Clickety clack.
Sounded like a walking pair of knitting needles.
Still the rain poured.
Getting right wet.
A day work bound and home again.
Ne'er to forget.
(c)LIVVI
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
The bulldog on the rat run twiddled with his buttons.
The lady in the Beckham boot wobbled on one high heel.
Clickety clack.
Sounded like a walking pair of knitting needles.
Still the rain poured.
Getting right wet.
A day work bound and home again.
Ne'er to forget.
(c)LIVVI
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