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