A few years ago,
when we milked a cow
Summer feed on our small place was sparse,
I'd tether the old girl out every day
On some remnant of green roadside grass.
Now, Katie enjoyed these morning excursions
To clumps of paspalum and clover,
She'd step out at such a cracking good pace
I was in danger of being pulled over!
A young bloke on a bike once watched my weird progress,
An inelegant half-trot, half-jog,
"Lady, " he counselled, pedalling by,
" It'd be much easier to just walk a dog! "