Ok so, I’ve just come out of this dark place, all I could manage to write was heavy stuff, and my readers didn’t seem to like it. So I’ve come up with something a little lighter, although the pets I’ve written about can be heavy too.

Pets.

Pets are good, pets are fine, but I don’t like to see anyone else’s pets, just mine. I see peoples pets in the park, sometimes I hear them in the dark.

Pets in a restaurant that’s not good, pets behind a tree deep in the wood. Pets in a car, the windows steamed up, pets between sips of coffee from a cup.

Pets in the cinema that’s going too far, I’ve even seen pets in pants and bra. All these pets for other folk, I like my own pets I’m that kind of bloke.

I like a pet in the morning, with a cup of tea, I like a pet anywhere, if no one else can see, Did you know a pet can save my life, especially if it’s by my lovely wife.

All words Meadowhead Bard, once again rearranged to my chagrin by WordPress editor.