No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
I told her I would walk her dog,
She had been ill, was in a fog.
So off we went on our little jog
When Fido spied a pesky frog.
Off at a sprint, over a log,
And the two of us landed in a bog.
Clothing's wet, it's all a-sog
Because of this here blasted dog.
Neighbours eyes are all agog
As back up the street the two of us slog.
So the next time she offers a cup of grog
I'll not be suckered into walking the dog.
for Dane Ann Smith Johnsen's "good Deeds" contest
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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