Weather …
Weather …
I once had a colourful garden – but now it’s a dismal mess
It’s bare and brown and empty and I couldn’t like it less
Please don’t think that I’m always complaining
But I’m asking today — will it ever stop raining?
The poor old fields are mud filled and boggy,
And my once green lawn is decidedly soggy.
I might get some ducks to swim in the hollow —
Or maybe some tadpoles with froglets to follow.
In the days of my youth — don’t know about you,
The days were all sunny, the sky a bright blue,
But I’m not looking back
With ‘alas’ and ‘alack’
And gloomy old thoughts full of sorrow,
‘cos it’s bound to be better tomorrow!
P.S.
– – and it was – it was sunny and bright!!!
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