The Drabness Of A Rainy Friday
Drabby Friday is quickly approaching,
steady raindrops are unwelcoming;
more cheerless than a fluttering robin
finding refuge in the cathedral's spires
that cannot reach the swollen clouds,
I trod the wet cobbled streets of London!
The heavy tread of my booths
is not heard as they hit paddles,
they squish if they had holes;
not distant from me, a birch tree
has fallen showing its dirty roots...
in its branches buzzed the Honeybee!
A harmonious sky incites joy,
ever notice the boredom of a boy?
I feel the same sadness he feels...
when he won't smile at ladies
resembling models on high heels,
and the drabness of a rainy Friday stays...
until rain tampers off and shows sunrays!
Written on 2/23/2018
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2018
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