What a lovely day
for a street par-tay,
celebrating seventy years of rain.
By the Book (sic)
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Hot and sweaty in the sunshine,
Hot and sweaty in the sunshine,
cool in the shade –
hot drinks, to warm us up;
to cool us, cold lemonade
Wet Wednesday week
Wet Wednesday week,
It’s raining buckets again –
buckets, I have lots.
The Sun fooled me, today (Siberian Breeze)
The Sun fooled me, today;
I went out in a T-shirt,
as if it was half-past May;
but, there was a bitter wind
coming across from old Siberia way,
and I began to freeze—
.
singing: Siberian Breeze,
Siberian Breeze,
cold as ice,
and I’m likely to freeze,
should have wrapped up well,
and as far as I can tell,
I’m freezing my wotsits off
in this Siberian Breeze.
Lief Zonatri
Lief was a family man
doing the best a Lief can
holding his loved ones so dear, so close;
but the bad weather came,
the winds were to blame,
and to every direction
Lief’s family fled –
he never knew their ultimate fates,
maybe on them
the worms now fed.
If the roof blew off my house… (recorded by voice to text on my iPhone)
If the roof blew off my house… (recorded by voice to text on my iPhone)
If the roof blew off my house
woodlice week mouse
Well I hope this I hold like a goose
Or make the sound that a moose would probably make
If the roof blew off my house would I meow like a cat
Would I squeal like a rat
Or would I soundLike a bat
If the roof blew off my house
Would I be Moni like a spouse
Or bony like a skeleton Bonnie
Who moans
—//—
If the roof blew off my house… (edited)
If the roof blew off my house…
Would I squeak like a mouse?
Would I honk just like a goose?
Or make the sound that a moose would probably make?
If the roof blew off my house
Would I meow like a cat?
Would I squeal like a rat?
Or would I sound like a bat?
If the roof blew off my house
Would I be moany like a spouse?
Or bony like a skeleton of bones?
If the roof blew off my house
woodlice week mouse
Well I hope this I hold like a goose
Or make the sound that a moose would probably make
If the roof blew off my house would I meow like a cat
Would I squeal like a rat
Or would I soundLike a bat
If the roof blew off my house
Would I be Moni like a spouse
Or bony like a skeleton Bonnie
Who moans
—//—
If the roof blew off my house… (edited)
If the roof blew off my house…
Would I squeak like a mouse?
Would I honk just like a goose?
Or make the sound that a moose would probably make?
If the roof blew off my house
Would I meow like a cat?
Would I squeal like a rat?
Or would I sound like a bat?
If the roof blew off my house
Would I be moany like a spouse?
Or bony like a skeleton of bones?
Tomorrow is Cancelled
Tomorrow (Friday)
is cancelled.
Bypass it
and wake up
Saturday.
Wake up
with storm Eunice
behind you,
and Storms Freya, Garibaldi,
Henry, Imogen, JellyRoll, et al
laying over a distant horizon.
Dudley, then Eunice,
then Alphabetised storms for ever more,
but that is then,
this is now:
Let Friday be gone,
and let begones be begones –
you know you want to.
“What did you say?”
So, what did you say?
What could I say?
Couldn’t you have said something like, ‘It always comes right in the end!’
I could have done. But, that’s not the sort of thing that I would say.
What is the sort of thing that you would say?
Well… I might mention the weather… or the— well, the weather, mainly. It’s easier.
It never rains, but it pours.
What?
It never rains, but it pours.
So you said – and I said, ‘What?’
It’s a proverb, based upon the weather, that implies when there is a problem there are lots of problems – or that the problem is ‘huge!’
Oh.
Why, ‘Oh’?
Well, it looks like it might rain later today.
So we’d better batten down the hatches.
If that’s the sort of thing that needs doing, why not do that?
I think I shall. Bye!
Bye.
Extremities
Extremities
My feet aren’t warm
my hands are cold,
a sign, they say,
of growing old;
my body heat
is such a treat
but at times
my extremities
feel like they freeze.
My feet get cold
and stay like ice,
and defrosting them
is never nice,
It hurts to thaw
to melt the floe;
but this is life
and age does show.
Extremities,
include my nose,
and that gets red
and I call it ‘doze!’
“Where is my Rainbow?”
We went out walking,
and we got wet;
then, the Sun came out,
and, yet…
I had to cry out
(It was almost a shout,
into the sky)
‘Where is my Rainbow?”
It wasn’t there…
why?
Graeme Sandford 