Mr Sunshine Poem by David Harris

Mr Sunshine peeked
through my window today,
took one look at me
and then ran away.
It always does that
and I don’t know why.
Maybe I have a face
that just makes it want to cry.
And so comes the rain
hoping to wash me away,
but I am rooted in manure
and that doesn’t wash away.
That’s the story of my life
as it always rains on me.
So come back Mr Sunshine
I promise I’ll wear a mask,
a nice pretty one
so you won’t know it is me.


27 January 2011