I was walking home,

And brushing my hair with a comb,

I saw a scruffy dog,Sitting on a log,

Eating a cooked hog.

I kept on going,

But my tiredness was showing,

But the ferocious wind (of the dog) pulled me back,

So felt like I was about to crack!

I caught the bus,

The driver didn’t make a fuss,

He was called Gus.

He just had a big grin,

And fat hanging off his chin.

When I arrived home,

I smelt spaghetti Bolognese,

I went from a slouch to a raise,

I was no longer in a daze.

The wind of the world