I'm playing the weather game
I won't be beaten by weather
I'm wearing new synthetic Crocs
And waterproofing old leather
I step outside the big front door,
To give the day a chance again
Despite the forecast's promised sun
My paper bin's battered by rain
I should go out and buy fresh fruit
Plus exercise is good for health
Despite new shops, I'm not shopping
I'll eat tinned food, drink by myself
My neighbours are all locked inside
No-one has called or spoken
I checked all my umbrellas
And every one is broken
My smart tote bag is waterproofed
Against spills spoiling its fine gold
But it is open at the top
Like me the poor thing's getting old
My sunhat's waiting for its walk
If a sunhat could feel sorrow
It would shout out, "Please - but I'm straw
So let's wait until tomorrow."
I hope tomorrow is better
I'm nearly a house-bound recluse
The garden pots can't get wetter
I'm shopping. I've nothing to lose!
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