Romance

To him she’s an eyesore. Early morn she comes to his door Dog walking! Not that he hates dog A bachelor though He holds no dislike for women Secretly watches through the window The leasher and the leashed Very displeased For in the evening’s dim-lit road His shoes often meet soft messy things Hidden in the undergrowth and he being a gentleman is left to curse under his breath venting in the air his flak and again next morn they’re back! He imagines the woman is alone and free with only the dog as company and given a chance could bud romance around her neck his arm would loop and he would live happily ever after with her and dog poop!