Taking my walking stick for a walk
.my walking stick is weirdIt never ever baulks.
It never stands by the door
Waiting to go out for a walk.
It never complains
That it hasn't ate
Or that going walking
At this time is far to late
It never frets about getting wet,
It never takes the mick or complains.
Then again why would it,
It's just an inanimate object.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-10-30 at 00:29
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