What an extraordinary day it's been
first the post came at seven this morning
and as I glanced out of my bedroom window
I did spy a dog on the schools roof
I'd be buggered if I know how it got up there
well, blow me down with a feather
So I dressed, had a fill of my pipe
and with tentative steps I ventured out
walking over the crisp mown lawn
I looked up to see if that dog was still there
there was the scallywag reading a news paper
sitting on a deckchair, Well blow me down with a feather
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
What an extraordinary day it's been
first the post came at seven this morning
and as I glanced out of my bedroom window
I did spy a dog on the schools roof
I'd be buggered if I know how it got up there
well, blow me down with a feather
So I dressed, had a fill of my pipe
and with tentative steps I ventured out
walking over the crisp mown lawn
I looked up to see if that dog was still there
there was the scallywag reading a news paper
sitting on a deckchair, Well blow me down with a feather
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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