Walking The Dogs

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.

© 2022, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp is a seventy-four-year-old member of The Society of Authors. He is also a bestselling writer. He writes stories that appeal to those who like challenging themselves to solve mysteries that are set out before their eyes. His introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic incident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for six years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All ten of his novels are now published by Next Chapter Publishing Company which has added an edition titled The Heirs And Descendants Collection, which holds all four books of that series, alongside an edition titled The Lies And Consequences Collection which contains all four volumes of that series. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed executive of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising his first novel. He likes to write quotes and it's on Goodreads where you can find them--- https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/list/72612151 An example of these quotes opens his novel--Once I Was A Soldier:--There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality. Less
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