My new friend is nervous. | 1 |
He must preserve respectability, | 2 |
be accepted, assimilated, | 3 |
rated high, so he got himself a dog. | 4 |
“You English love them, they’re such good fun.” | 5 |
He walks it at a run. | 6 |
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Next a motor bike arrives. | 7 |
Broom broom, peep peep, | 8 |
it wakes me from my sleep. | 9 |
Shiny helmet, leather dungarees. | 10 |
“The English like the open road, to be free.” | 11 |
He squeezes the petrol tank between his knees, | 12 |
And without a lie says | 13 |
“Now I walk my dog for miles” | 14 |
Dog lead attached to bike. | 15 |
Dog wags its tail and smiles | 16 |
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He cruises a cool 10 mph up the street. | 17 |
Did that dog’s feet touch ground? | 18 |
Full pelt, hells bells , what a whizz | 19 |
It fizzes along, frisky as a pole cat | 20 |
picking fleas from its fur. | 21 |
A good fast canine, | 22 |
I almost wished it was mine, | 23 |
except for the funny look in its eye. | 24 |
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He pours strong beer into its bowl | 25 |
and scattered a few scampi fries | 26 |
His version of fine dining for mutts, | 27 |
He observes my quizzical look. | 28 |
“It’s the way we do things in Poland. | 29 |
By the book.” he says. | 30 |
“Look at you mad English dogs. | 31 |
Always out in the midday rain.” | 32 |