The Thing About a Leash
In the park was a man
With a stroller, as well
As a dog on a leash,
Which he tried to compel
To begin the trip home,
But the dog wouldn’t budge.
Having neither at hand,
I guess I shouldn’t judge.
First the man gave a tug
In a joking-type way
As the dog flopped down flat,
Showing he meant to stay.
Then he flipped on his back
With his paws in the air,
Which is when I moved on,
So though I’m unaware
Of the outcome, I’d bet
Not a minute more passed
‘Til the leash got a yank
And they went home at last.
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