Small pieces of thought, in rusty rhyme are wrought.

Woof Woofsson is an unknown writer with few distinguishing features, other than an inexplicable longing to chase cars. His work has appeared on paper in a wide selection of bins and in dark, lonely corners of the internet. Which is generally agreed to be a Good Thing because it is usually far too silly, serious or both.

I put my legs in trousers,

To keep them out of sight,

I hide them away during the day,

And let them out at night.

I saw a poem composing the other day

So I politely looked away,

And when I looked back, 

After a time,

I found these simple words of rhyme.