Читать книгу From Anxiety To Poetry - - Страница 47

«And how was your day?»

The small dog was asked

«Busy, I would say.»

As he recounted his past.

«A few hours at home with no company save

An old radio and my best intent to behave,

Well I should probably start

By explaining the mess

And though it wasn’t my fault

I should probably confess,

How the bin emptied itself I just wouldn’t know,

So I left you a present to soften the blow.»