Dancing in the rain in the UK
The water is pouring and pounding down
And I'm dancing no doubt looking insane,
But I can feel the rain's rhythm as it beats down,
As it rebounds off the ground again and again,
Each raindrop creates a ripple as it rebounds
Each raindrop has its own sound rain is not plain
It's nature's beat to invite you to move your feet
Let dancing to nature's beat wash away all your troubles
You might get wet wet wet having a blast skipping through puddles
Go dance in the rain if you live in the UK do it definitely,
We might as well try to enjoy the cards we've been delt unfortunately,
Because the rain rain doesn't go away in the UK
It's still here come mothers washing day
Thank god for tumble dryers for the 360 days where its raining it's pouring
The old man is snoring he went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't go to work in the morning because the rain was still bloody pouring.
Sweet Sundae has got windy knickers,
No she hasn’t been eating baked beans,
It’s a game for her lovely daughter,
And it’s not about farting it seems!
You must help granny peg out washing,
Because today it’s her washing day,
If you land on the sun you can help her,
But a tornado will blow clothes away!
If you land on a cloud miss a turn,
A rain cloud means your washing comes in,
But landing on a storm you should spurn,
All clothes blow off much to your chagrin!
Now Sundae’s enjoying these ‘wash days’
As she sits with her huge glass of gin
Sundae watches as her daughter plays
Both are happy you should see them grin!
Thanks to my sweet friend Sundae for telling me about this game … she said she saw it and thought of me!
09/21/20
Betty, she had done some washing
She hung it on the line
The sun it shone down, so she hoped
The weather it would be fine
Then John (her husband) heard the forecast
He told her that it looked like rain
And so she did think to herself
"I'd better bring it in again"
Soon the sky turned black and cloudy
And the wind began to blow
Then, they were taken by surprise
Cause then that rain did turn to snow
On her green washing day
Una wore green too,
and pegged the washing out along the line.
They were green pegs of course,
with red monkeys on the top
to please the children.
It was nice to see her pegging
in the careless wind
and watching monkeys dancing...
These danced in unison -
twenty monkeys at a time with Una,
in amongst the washing.
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7/25/2015
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Bubbles, dirty washing churns,
As I watch through the glass door,
the tears in my eyes begin to burn.
I see my life swirling,in a
psychedelic rainbow of pain,
The silk soft undies,
that cost too much.
The velvet skirt,
that he loved to touch.
All are dancing together,
like whirling Dervishes
mocking my feelings.
My tears roll down my
hot cheeks,to drip like rain.
Constantly echoing my pain.
The rinse cycle begins,
Can it rinse away my hurt?
as I try to wash away his scent.
I unload the drier,
Eyes still burning like fire.
Knowing that he's still in my heart.
Tonight, I will try to sleep
in the bed we once shared.
I will bury my tears and pain,
in the pillow where he laid his head.
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