Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime
There is no pain
In the pouring rain
Did I mention the hail?
I shall, without fail
Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime
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david mcmahon
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11 comments:
We get the rain
We get the hail.
Oh what I would give
To be a snail!
Got thunder here.
Bob's in the pant drawer.
just stumbled over here via cranky.
I really enjoyed reading your blog!
off to explore more---
MizFit
Little blobs of frozen rain
make an impact on my brain
grabbing brolly, coat and shoes
I make a run for safer views!
Again, welcome home David and crew...
Sandi
You find the time
to post in rhyme?
It's very clever
But would take me forever.
And what do you know
of the snow?
Does it hurt at all
When that stuff falls?
No pain, no gain
was my youthful chant
now it's train, don't strain
since with age I can't.
Did you come home to pouring rain? And a ton of laundry? Welcome back.
Ah, the joys of 'home.!
Cheers
I once wrote in a poem:
...In the rain, there is no tomorrow...
uh oh
What about snow?
Whilst you're on the go
The worst is ice -
Not very nice.
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