Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks

Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks (tongue in cheek peek at Dunedin's historic deluge)


"Stares upstairs..

Angels’ weeing above..

Be a good chap..

Show some love bruv..

Turn off the tap..

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No refuge from the subterfuge of the deluge..

Parched sandbag phalanxes..

Ranks marching in flanks..

Arching across busted banks..

Quaffing..scoffing..downpour spanks..

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Disbelief at the leisurely river Leith..

Despairing at it baring...glaring..teeth

Hurling....haring to unsheaf grief..

Mischief rashly unfurling…

Brashly whirling beneath.

Bawdry..tawdry thief...

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Baffled..can't they see...squiffy South D in a jiffy downed..

Snaffled..drowned and raffled to the sea..

Don't they care...iffy white caps slaps..won't perhaps spare even sniffy..

Snooty..spiffy St Clair..

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This rain ruckus.. pluvial palaver...

Whichever not whatever...

It totally sucks..

Planet forever in..

Fluvial flummoxed flux..

Tis rather lovely weather..

Though for Dunedin's ducks.."
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