I took my doggy for a walk

I took my doggy for a walk.

I thought it would be fun.

The moment that we got outside

he took off at a run.

I gripped the handle of his leash.

It instantly pulled tight.

My dog was strong.

He ran so fast I practically took flight.

He pulled me through the neighborhood.

(My doggy likes to roam.)

I bumped and bounced and banged around

until he ran back home.

So now I’m bruised and battered

like a ratty, tattered rag.

I took my doggy for a walk.

He took me for a drag.