08/10/2024
A wee poem about the life of a dog walker in winter 🥶💨☔
A Walkers Lament
When the sun is a'shinin
From the public we hear
"Your job looks amazin"
But we shudder wi' fear
'Cos though we're aww tanned
Shorts n T-shirts the lot
We know wi' no doubt
It's no often this hot
School holidays finish
And in the blink of an eye
Halloween is upon us
There's no blue in the sky
We remember warm sunshine
That's long gone, what a sin
And we reach for oor jumpers
As the nights they draw in
The leads are aw soakin'
Fingers covered in mud
Favourite walks are aw mawkit
What a drag, what a dud
The rain pours an' it pours
We're aw soaked ti the pants
Even wi the best oil skins
We'd stand nae bloody chance
And then comes the ice
Wi' yer dugs all a'pullin
You're tryin to stay calm
But there's noone your foolin'
You slip an' you slide
In the slush and the mud
An afore you know it
You're on the ground, wi a thud
We've not mentioned that wind
Always blowin' a hoolie
You bought a windproof jacket....
Ha, don't let that fool yi
But still we keep smilin'
Through the harsh winters dance
Would we change this job for another?
You're jokin' no chance
So the public are right,
And our job it is great
Well until the next downpour
Then it's "oh for F* sake
