Splashing in Muddles

It’s rained and rained and rained this July

The chuckling grey clouds are confusing the sky.

So please, can’t somebody tell me why

It’s rained and rained and rained?

The garden is crawling with pestilent whales

(Slug pellets don’t do the trick).

Sharks with sharp fins are raiding the bins

And giving the rubbish a lick.

Seahorses, neighing, are nibbling the grass,

A whole school of dolphins has just joined my class,

And the streets are like sheets of shimmering glass.

It’s rained and rained and rained.

If you say ‘walk’ then a whole group of seals

Will sit up and slobber and bark.

And the catfish meow when you say to them ‘Now

Let’s go for a swim in the park’.

Our basements and kitchens and halls are awash

With squadrons of squids (it’s a bit of a squash),

And walruses wait by the walls for a wash.

It’s rained and rained and rained.

The poor old thermometer’s down in the dumps;

It’s stuck in its bed with a cold.

And as for the sun, well it’s not much fun,

All musty with mildew and mould.

We all need our hats and our boats to go out,

As we dream of the dry and we sigh for a drought.

Our world is all water! There can’t be a doubt

That it’s rained and rained and rained.

 

 

 

 

 

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