When the Dogs Bite: 8th November 2024

dressing in the dark

two pairs of knickers and no bra

autobiography title

lady on a mobility scooter

driving past The Sun

if living were a fashion show

I'd have to say you won.

If only I could learn the class

with which you are imbued

I'd prioritise my spending

on fashion and not food.

You dress so well my breath was took

I wish I'd stopped and said

How lovely your ensemble;

autumnal browns and red.

I shamble past in joggers

and a ratty walking jacket

while my two dogs just shit and pee

and make a barking racket.

I wish I had your elegance,

your perfect sense of style

but for now, I'll think of you

and walk home with a smile.

When the Dogs Bite