The rain kept falling,
even once it stopped it fell,
drip after drip, drip.
The weather is nice,
good for ducks and those fellows,
yes, that pair of swans.
The fence is not straight,
they say it’s a little bent ,
and tends the wrong way.
The newpaper pile,
got down to it’s last paper,
not much of a pile.
They say it’s Chews day,
I chose to chew on Tuesday,
some pink bubble gum.
I admit I’m wrong,
’cause I could not name that song,
with a single note.
