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An entry for Acme's Comedy Poetry Contest |
| Honourable Mention - Acme Water, water everywhere Oh to be in England At this time of the year. There should be snowflakes falling, not all this rain my dear. The pond has overflowed, and, as bad as it looks the frogs are on cloud nine and it’s good news for the ducks The garden is a swamp, my wellies caked with mud. The birds sit round bedraggled. It really is no good. I’m sick to death of rain. No matter what I try, I find it impossible to get my washing dry. No wonder everyone walks round with visage glum suffering from S. A. D. We need some flippin’ sun. I hope we get some soon, she rails and she raves. Before old England plunges beneath the bloomin’ waves Line count - 24 Rhythm 6-6-7-6 Rhyme abcb |