These Men Got Mistaken
An anecdotal situation
A good friend of mine
Once told a story
That made us all laugh.
It was a night
When wind blew so strong
That you had to hold on to your hats.
He stood with some friends
Chatting away and resisting the time
To say the final goodnight.
Then a rushing strong gust
Oozed through the men
Making their pants flap like some flags on a hill.
And here comes a dog
Running to seek for the place
From this stormy cold.
The group looked at it
And started to call this poor and white dog
Which ran around restless on the road that was lit.
The men stood confused
As this little creature
Did not respond to their whistle.
Then suddenly all
Looked at the dog
That got close unlike before.
It wasn’t a dog,
But an empty white bag
Using the power of wind to roll odd.
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