Sweet rain
Trickling down the drain
As I keep writing
A poem nice and plain
The trees are green
And so are my shoes
But that's beside the point
They are not of much use
As I am drinking my tea
My fingers slightly frozen
I'm thinking of a rhyme
That I have not yet chosen
But oh look I have already started
With this random thinking
While the cloths in the drier
Have started shrinking
Woops…
A witty display of a person's artistic observances and relentless reality snapping them back into their position. A fun, interesting read. - K.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice thoughts zarina, keep-em comin Love from A-dam dave xxx