Wednesday, 5 July 2017

Weather Girl

A poem from 2017

My mind is in a whorl
Because the weather girl
Just said something rather funny

Completely without warning
“It will be a lovely morning
If you like it warm and sunny’

I thought “you silly pet
I prefer it dull and wet”
And the streets like rivers, runny

Life can sometimes be a bitch
I got my sarcastic wish
She was wrong, what a pain
It chucked it down with rain

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