Thursday, August 5, 2010
M.E. A.N.D. Y.O.U. A.N.D. B.O.O.
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
Walk the streets in the morning dew.
Sometimes we talk, sometimes we don’t,
Sometimes ask fellow walkers,” How do you do?”
The walks may be long,
The walks may be short.
The talks may be interesting or maybe not,
The walkers may respond or may not.
But every morning in the dew,
It’s me and you and a dog named Boo.
(Inspired by a dream,a dog,and a friend:)