The lighted department store.
The welcoming pub door
All attract and distract
Us from the fact
That lights go out
And the merry shout
Of the drinker passes
As the final glasses
Of our day
Are cleared away.
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Training with My New Guide Dog Apollo
On 4 November, I wrote about the impending arrival of my new guide dog Apollo, https://kmorrispoet.com/2021/11/04/my-new-guide-dog/.
Apollo arrived on Monday 8 November, and I have been bonding and training with him since then. Thus far we have walked to my local Sainsburys supermarket, which is located some 10-15 minutes from my home. Initially the walk took place with Apollo on the lead with me using a white cane whilst accompanied by the trainer from the Guide Dogs for the Blind Association. Later walks occurred with Apollo in his distinctive guide dog harness with me accompanied by the trainer. Under UK law (the Equalities Act) guide dogs are allowed entrance into supermarkets and other venues where pet dogs are prohibited. This means that visually impaired guide dog owners can enter such places in the course of their daily lives.
To reinforce the work of Apollo and other guide dogs, food is used as a reward for stopping at kerbs, finding pelican crossings Etc. The daily intake of food is adjusted to take account of food given as a reward thereby preventing the working guide dog from becoming overweight.
My thanks to my friend Brian for taking the photographs above.
I Must Confess
I must confess
That I obsess
On autumn leaves.
The trees
Are bare.
My hair
Has turned grey.
I could dye.
But each man’s day
Must end. my friend
There Was a Young Lady Named Karen
There was a young lady named Karen
Who married an old man called Darren.
But he had an affair
With her best friend Claire,
So she left that rat for Sharon!
Maddie and Her Sugar Daddy
A young lady whose name is Maddie
Being in search of a sweet sugar daddy
Met a man called Ken
(Who, being fond of men),
Sold Maddie a fine old tea caddy!
There Once Was a Young Lady Named Whiting
There once was a young lady named Whiting
Who, being fond of the new and exciting
Dated a vampire called George,
Who on her did gorge.
Which soon put an end to Miss Whiting!
If My Clock Antique
If my clock antique
Could, somehow speak
What would it say?
Yet, it’s chime
Speaks of time
And my brief day.
Last Night as I Homeward Went
Last night as I homeward went
I met a girl from Kent.
When I wrote a rhyme
About the concept of time
She wept and returned to Kent!
As I Swam With My Friends the Seals
As I swam with my friends the seals
I met a young lady in stiletto heels
Who said, “to swim
Is surely no sin,
But its not easy when wearing these heels!”.
Last Night I Went
Last night I went
For a walk
Through fallen leaves
And thought
How their sweet scent
Will soon
Be spent.


