#449
Walking the Dogs
Yesterday we didn't walk;
We didn't walk again today.
As I reflect upon these facts,
I am still moved to sit and stay.
walk
De gustibus non est disputandum...
#370
Simon and the Scribe
Yesterday we walked and walked,
Two miles, but who was counting?
The Little Guy ate two gross things,
For taste there's no accounting.
[5965 steps; 2.16 miles]
The Silly Season, of course, of course...
#324
Taking Time, Indeed
I met a bug upon my walk;
He said he had no time to talk;
So with a sly malicious frown,
I turned and brought my right foot down,
Or turned and brought my foot right down.
In either case the bug is dead
And out of time indeed, I said,
And out of time indeed.