Walking The Dogs
Old Fred had a habit about which few would complain
As a lot of people in his position would do exactly the same.
After waking each morning he’d take his dogs for a walk
And the further behind them the more merrily he did talk.
He would joyfully praise this, he would praise that
So that most of those he passed enjoyed his informal chat.
One day a policeman passed just as Fred burst into a song
The policeman arrested him. Said he was doing wrong!
The stern-faced judge gave Fred a strict dressing down,
But Fred thought he’d said— to always wear a dressing gown.
Now with the dogs on a lead everywhere, Fred goes
He shuns the use of outdoor wear choosing instead his nightclothes.
The next day the same policeman saw him dressed—inappropriately
At least that’s what the chargesheet read, as Fred did see.
The judge was not amused when Fred said he’d heard him wrong
Nor was he laughing when Fred burst into a melodious song.
But the judge was a changed man after he heard Fred sing
He had the voice of an angel, his voice was hypnotising
He put the policeman in the dock and told him to give Fred his coat
Then he ordered Fred to wear it —so he wouldn’t get a sore throat.
Now Fred walks his dogs whilst singing to the stars
In his new coat, he has no use of the weather report charting isobars.
At the other end of town, a shivering policeman was walking along a street
He wasn’t singing, he wasn’t happy. He was looking a bit—-‘downbeat.’
The moral to this tale is one that dogs know only too well
A warm singer dressed in a coat reaches a higher decibel
However, if the singer has a cold he cannot walk any dog
He must stay indoors inhaling steam so his vocal cords don’t clog.
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