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May 4.19


The word of the year is GLUB

the world is a sloshing bathtub

I rant and complain

shake my trowel at the rain

but I can’t stop this merciless drub.

I’m tired of endless grey

I want it to go away

I miss sun and moon

I’m becoming a loon

I want to go out and play.

I’m tired of work half-begun

for want of a sky with a sun

it’s a dastardly plot:

spring comes to naught

and summer attacks like the Hun.

I would find it exceedingly rude

if you told me to adjust attitude

it isn’t my bad

Nature’s the cad

gardeners will grant my bad mood.


May the 4th

be with you, dear reader,

soggy though it may be.


4 thoughts on “May 4.19

  1. I’m not going to be rude, I’m just going to stand right next to you and wave my trowel as well. πŸ™‚ The only day next week that doesn’t have rain included in the forecast in Wednesday. 😦

    • Thank you! Maybe if both of us are shaking our trowels at the weather gods, we’ll get some sun. And I do mean more than just one day every other week! Your forecast is dismal indeed.

  2. May the 7th be with you doesn’t quite have the same ring.

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