I Wore My Pyjamas a Whole Week

> have just been sorting out some old papers and guess what I found some old poems. There talking on the radio There talking on the radio today. BBC radio Suffolk, I must say. About wearing pyjamas when outside. Not in bed, where you can hide. I’ll tell you now one week I did. Wear my pyjamas all day, I do not kid. Had pants on longjohns too. On top I wore my trousers true, Covered all in a white snow suit. Got the picture? Was not swell. I was in Germany now I’ll tell. Exercising my war dogs you know. In the cold and freezing snow. All the dogs, I took out that week. Had their thick coats, so were not bleak. But they could not my pyjamas see. But I was still freezing cold you see. I know using see twice, is not nice. Nor was the weather, I felt like frozen ice. But I soon warmed once dogs were fed Went back to barracks and me bed. Don’t worry dogs were all okay. On their bed board’s in deep straw did lay. When on duty and I checked on them. I could not see any of them. All of them, were tucked up warm. Not like me and my friends with pyjamas worn. We were cold , you could tell. As our teeth chattered, wordless as well. But them dogs, all were fine. Warm as toast were all of mine. How could I tell, listen its true. In the morning what I did do. I entered each kennel very slow. To take each dog for walkies you know. Hidden in their bed of straw. My hand wandered in for lead to secure . When I touched my dog, I jest you not. Was curled up in a ball and blinking hot. And that was something I was not. But did I take my pyjamas off, no I blinking well did not. I don’t care if using not twice, ain’t nice. As without those pyjamas on, I’d be like ice. I would be freezing cold and that’s not right. And on that chill note, I’ll say good night.<