May Showers
Rain, Rain go away,
this job has lost another day.
April showers have ran into May,
and the men have lost a week of pay.
Dirt and rain become a torrent of mud,
and we can not work in this kind of crud.
We dig the footings, they become a moat.
I'll tell you this rain has really got my goat..
There's mud in my office and mud in my truck.
I hear thunder in the distance more rain, Just my luck...
These May showers have become my bane !
If they don't subside soon, they'll float this job down the drain..
Copyright © Glen Schwartz | Year Posted 2017
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