
Walking to town on a rainy day. The only thing
Coming my way is getting wet. Feeling damp,
I tramp around from shop to shop, sounding
Like I’m going to drop.
Making my way home, I look for the bus but
Everyone seems to be in a rush. Once inside
In my tiny house, I find I’ve missed an item out.
Wondering what to do, I put on my shoes and
It’s off back to shops I go; this time I have an
Umbrella to show.
Once again, back at home, I put on the kettle to
Make a brew, then realise that I’ve forgotten
The milk. Well, I’m not going back again, not
Until tomorrow, and that won’t be until ten!
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