Up the Spout Again

Why — with my itsy-bitsy frame — Should I try time and time again To climb upon this daunting spout? It's been years since the last drought, And my sworn mortal enemy has become the rain, whose mighty forces ultimately send me down the drain. Damn! It is with much disdain that I begin To inch up the spout again, and again, and again, My flailing eight limbs suffering from ungodly pain, Time and time again I end up just the same. I must look mighty dumb, attempting to climb Every time I see the Sun, Only to see my efforts again undone. Oh, why can’t a solution come to mind? But, alas, it is my eternal calling, To spend my life traversing the spout. Whether rising or falling, I must continue my noble route. Despite the scattered showers Raining pellets drop by drop, I must endeavour to reach the top And weather Mother Nature’s powers.