May 11, 2012

 

 

For sure, we are living through a drought

With sandbags at the doors all too evident

And ducks sailing down the streets as if in Venice

And the latest hosepipe ban removes any doubt

That we really are living through a drought

 

The bluebell wood a quagmire, they sit huddled together

trying to survive this unplanned drought

As we wade about in wellies through fields that

once grew brussel spouts, in our topsy-turvy

world, where there’s a drought

 

Flotsam and jetsam hurriedly swept along

fast flowing waters as rivers break their banks

Four seasons in one day, leaving not a trace of doubt that

with record April rainfall figures, and brollies selling out

This really is the strangest ever drought

 

 

 

 

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