A Tot of Cold

I dug a hole in my garden

And found a Roman Pot;

Which isn’t – but should be – Cockney Rhyming Slang for ‘not a lot’.

So, feeling small and brittle

I sauntered off for a walk

And saw an amazing rainbow

Of which I now do talk.

The Rainbow poured from out the sky

And landed in a field

From where my digging activities

Gold, I hope, would yield.

For that field is next to where I live

And a gift from the heavens

Is mine to find

And then to give.

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