The Bosun was bored at work, and produced this rather marvellous songette...
In the bleak midsummer,
frosty wind made moan,
Earth squelched soft as porridge,
water up to my knees;
rain had fallen, rain on rain,
rain on blooming rain,
In the bleak midsummer, just a day ago.
Our river banks cannot hold up,
nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
when down comes to rain.
In the bleak midsummer
a stable place sufficed
For half the residents of Gloucester who’d been flooded out.
Politicians and reporters
have certainly gathered there,
rescue helicopters and reporters
thronged the air;
But its not this month only,
and in maiden head,
residents are mopping up because of this.
In the bleak midsummer,
frosty wind made moan,
Earth squelched soft as porridge,
water up to my knees;
rain had fallen, rain on rain,
rain on blooming rain,
In the bleak midsummer, just a day ago.
3 comments:
I just wanted to say hi and it's good to see another ranting Womble! My most public blog is at: http://www.yourlocalguardian.co.uk/green/getinvolved/greenblogs/wombleblog/
As ever the end of that link is lost:
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Cool post! All you need now is a hot summer song to sing on Christmas day when it's like July outside.. "Winter of 69'" or "On a hot winter night would you offer your throat to the elf with the red roses" :-)
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