Poetry for a Dog, A Vicar and a Lady in Naughty Clothing

Sorry I am away at present . . .  And so it is not easy to write stuff, but in order to keep the masses happy I have written some poetry about stuff and with the aid of a rather old and creaky laptop and a rather long CAT5 cable I have sneaked into the internet next to some large trees and a singing freezer. I dont know why a freezer would sing but it is and its a bit odd.

A man and a Dog

Sat by a Big Pond

The man threw a Stick

But the dog did not Respond

The man then sighed as he pondered and sat

And said to the dog I thought you were going to chase that

But the dog looked indignant as it turned looking at the mans hat

And said rather profoundly  . . .I have told you before I am not a dog I'm a cat

A lady in naughty clothing

With a large flash light

Met the vicar as regular as clockwork

Every other Thursday night

But the vicars wife suspicious

Followed him with cunning and with guile

And when she burst in on the pair of them

Found her husband dressed as a crocodile

Worried that his wife, he was going to lose

Bought his wife a brand new pair of

Patent Alligator Shoes

Summing up weeks later the judge he then said

He understood why she killed her husband very very dead

Battering him to death with the patent Alligator Shoes

And although the judge then freed her 

Her picture was put on the front page of the local Parish News