It's raining in England As you may well have seen I regret showing those ducks My weather machine In sunhats and swim shorts They asked about my invention They said they'd like to look at it And lied about their intentions Now I'm tied up in a cupboard I'm duck-taped to a chair The tape was hidden down their swim shorts Those ducks had come prepared They turned up the rain dial Right up to eleven They took off their sun hats And opened the heavens I can hear them quacking I can hear them boast I can hear them gobbling up my bread I can hear them making toast I can hear one in the shower Just heard one run a bath I'm hearing thoughts of thunderstorms Followed by evil laughs
I concur, the weather has been unpleasant after three weeks of gorgeousness! Still, we've just had a beautiful day out in Bath so can't complain about rain.
No wonder we're called quacks for calling out their agendas
I thoroughly enjoyed this one!
HA! you made me laugh...
haven't seen a silly poem in awhile...hope you not still stuck duck-taped in the cupboard.
that stuff just gets stickier and sticker right? xoxo
I have been rubbish, just for you I'll promise one this week
I concur, the weather has been unpleasant after three weeks of gorgeousness! Still, we've just had a beautiful day out in Bath so can't complain about rain.