He found a new friend.
Good friends, he loved to visit on Tuesdays.
Tuesday was the best day to visit,
He always felt good about visiting of a Tuesday.
But he also knew he needed a quick escape.
What if everything went pear-shaped?
What if she didn’t like him of a Tuesday?
Where would that leave him?
So he took his escape with him
Tethered it to her front door
Kept it fuelled and ready to go,
Just in case.
His last friend he also visited of a Tuesday
Until she decided he’d called often enough
For her to grow tired of him.
She stopped entertaining him
Said he was dull and suggested if he came again
She’d set the dog about him.
He disliked dogs; he and dogs had that in common.
So dressed in his best Tuesday suit
He knocked on her door and waited,
Looked once again to check his escape was at the ready.
Seeing her at the door, smiling widely
He entered, never sure what might happen
But always in anticipation,
After all, it was Tuesday, and he felt good on Tuesdays.