This morning, trotting to the park,
We detoured past the kiosk.
From way up high there came a bark
I knew canine was near us!
So shuffled back - tried not to fall -
And guess, just guess at what I saw?
A giant dog of shaggy grey
Sat just in front of Heat.
He was so tall (I have to say,
He might’ve had a seat).
He pointed at The Guardian
Then plucked one off the shelf
And rifled through and mentioned that
He was a vocal lefty.
He asked me if I’d take one but
I said it was too hefty.
I asked why if he felt so left
He sat on Pete’s right hand,
He barked something about
Having more room on that side
But to be honest, by then, my
Neck was strained
From craning up at him
So I just left him to it.