Poem: Doggone

My son was waiting for me outside a shop.

I’d told the dog to sit and given the lead to the boy.

I looked out the window and the dog was up and looking around, while the kid was sitting down on the ground – but at least he was holding the lead.

A big guy in a flouro jacket, pointed goatee, lots of tats, was having a natter and had patted the dog and I was …