Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Raining

It's raining, there's water pouring down, so depressive I can't help but frown
If it were sunny I'd walk in the park
Talk to my friends at the Cutty Sark
Sit in the garden for most of the day
Pick some flowers in the usual way
Put on some shorts look up at the sun
See it glow, with my sunglasses on, what a great show but it's raining again, when will it end ?, I'd like to go and see my friends, its driving me around the bend, maybe soon it will be nice, my daughter could take her baby out in the pram, I'd playfully soak my grandson again, Oh but I forgot, damn!, I'm not allowed to do that, there's still that dreaded hose pipe ban.
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