Chucklings Splatter out
For whom bequeathed is
With a rainy day
Comes, unappreciably, amiss
His pool-stepping way.
Immersed in the farce
Whose brolly's torn slit
In hearing cursed through
Scares up for hundreds crowing
As noisy a view.
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