Wet Tuesday
It rains as if an ocean has been tipped
Out of a bucket into my garden.
This is a serious downpour, ask Noah.
A wet towel in the face and my goldfish
Hide under rocks although they like water.
Rosie next door shakes her head and
Coughs at the deluge. This is like being
Born in a washing machine or running
In wellies through a swimming pool.
So before you flush me away just this;
If you want to baptize, wait until it`s dry.
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