The Dog Who Booked a Ticket

Photo by Veerle Contant on Unsplash


There was a dog,
Who booked a ticket,
For a horse and himself,
Right in the thicket.

The dog held out
A big grey phone,
And started to speak
In a serious tone,

That he wanted a ticket
for himself and a horse,
That's when the things
Started turning worse.

He had to go
From Pune to Dehradun,
He made a mistake--
From London to the Moon.

On the other side
The travel agent broke out in a sweat,
And grew so worried
His forehead was wet.

The travel agent
Slightly trembled and said,
"Sir, there's no ride to the moon,
No matter how much you've paid."

The dog was indignant
And started to bark,
"Listen, you have to
send me and hark,


"I'll give you a triple
Of whatever you ask.
Only if you complete
Your assigned task.

Else, be ready,
my jaws are waiting,
My bite'll hurt harder
than a bee's sting."

The travel agent swooned,
But managed to say,
"Sir, there's a flight, if you wish,
I'll give you right away."

The dog was doubtful,
And said suspiciously,
"I don't know what a flight is
Nor have I time to see."

The travel agent thought
For two minutes and replied after two,
"Then, I'm afraid, sir,
That's all we can do."

The dog hanged up
And sat down alone,
To analyse and think
And see what could be done.

Mr. Doggie suggested to make a cart,
With wood and four wheels so they could depart,
Mr. Horse couldn't argue to this old-fashioned way,
Since his family followed it to this day.

The cart was made,
Complete with wheels,
To start it
They pushed together with their heels.

When at last, it began to move,
And went in the correct way,
They jumped in and sat down,
Glad to go away.


Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger on Unsplash

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