A Short Walk - Spoiled Poem by Phil Soar

I walked through a damp and soggy mass
Where my boots would slip and I'd fall on my ass
Though the wife did say, "you're a mug going out"
I still put my coat on and roamed about

The 'fresh' air was the reason I strode
Along the path to the open road
But the field I crossed was all leaves and mud
I fell on my ass with a thunderous thud

Sat in the mire, with my hands in the wet
The wife would be laughing now, I'd bet
So I rose to my feet and plodded on
Until the feeling of the damp had almost gone

I returned back home, with my pride intact
But the look that I got was matter of fact
"Don't come in the house with your clothes all smelly"
I wish I'd stayed home, and watched the telly