What a cold and frosty morning

The sun is shining
It’s early in the day
It’s a frosty morning
In my bed I’d like to stay!

But out we go
The dog and me
And as we know
She takes me!

We trundle round the block
There’s quite a few of other walkers
Not the crisps variety, nor even stalkers
The dogs all walk their owners!

But it’s fresh
It’s bright
Im nesh
And It’s now light!

And when we return
I’m back to bed
It’s my turn
Once she’s fed.

By Theresa Hartley-Mace