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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.