Weather here is wet right through
Incessantly it falls
We’d like to hang our washing out
We’re running out of smalls
The local folk are looking glum
Puddle tramping to and fro
Heading back to indoor spaces
Because there’s nowhere else to go
Far too much of sad about
Although we know it could be worse
But speaking as we find ourselves
Too much temptation goads reverse
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