Get out of my way I bark inside
The stupid dog on the road collide
Almost but not an impact avoid
Please mind your hounds against the tide.

White discs of imagination lay
One here, one there, and disolving say
Spray some, brush some, kick some, more
Bash them, bosh them, squash ‘em chores.

Pushing the white duvet aside
A peek some light no place to hide
Then back again where have you gone
The grey descends anon anon.

Mayhem of the childish type
Jumping with delight and hype
Eating, shouting, dancing too
A collective little happy view.

The brown and orange autumnal showers
Layer upon layer mask the ground
Brush, scrub, push for hours
A temporary fix, not very sound.