May It Rain
Monday third of May
The curfew must stay
Lockdown now at ten
Rhyme, I must now pen
Public transport over –full
As passengers push and pull
Police on the look-out with a frown
There goes in a hurry, a clown
A spot of rain sends us to the brim
Of disaster - Electricity on the trim
Water from taps, flowing stop
Only hope, from the farm a good crop
We go through the paces
In our shifting places
Hoping for better times
Wonderful tales and rhymes
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