Monday, 9 June 2014
Singing in the rain...
GETTING WET
They’ve not got designated
drivers
on the local buses yet
It could take all night to get
home
if he stops to place a bet
It’s raining in the bus shelter
an me hairdo’s getting wet
And everyone is staring
at me plastic suffragette
Her makeup’s running down her
placard
‘Vote for wimmin don’t forget’
She’s got a hooded sweatshirt
an it’s soaking blooming wet
I used to drive a Range Rover
an play the clarinet
But now the Chelsea
tractors
are splashing me the gets
It’s raining in the bus shelter
an me hairdo’s getting wet
Sometimes I wish I’d never met
her
in the flaming launderette
She’s not really me girlfriend
she just helps me walk me pets
She’s got a hooded sweatshirt
an it’s soaking blooming wet
7 comments:
a talented poet and the poem does shine here.
happy day.
incredible.
;)
a good choice, way to go.
love Danny's poem.
wow.
glad to discover this site,
very free style but with focus.
It is a beautiful poem. Thanks to Danny.
Here is a link of my poem on rain
http://youtu.be/alzLTtAyP94
Great bloog you have here
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