Graham E. McLoughlin
WATER ‘BLOODY’ NEW-YEAR WE’RE HAVING IN BUNDY
It’s rained up North for ages now; it’s becoming quite a bore.
It hasn’t stopped to take a breath for perhaps three weeks or more.
The ground is soaked, the lawn is dead, the garden is all muddy:
Describing weather always means the speaker will say “bloody!”
The culvert where the water crossed is looking a bit rugged.
The water’s washed the edge away and the bitumen is buggered.
It doesn’t take that very much for the road to flood no more.
Just a couple of drops of ‘bloody’ rain will make our gully roar.
The tanks are full, the drains are too, mud is every-bloody-where
The car leaves ruts 6 inches deep in driveways once so fair.
I suppose we should be thankful though. Our house is still intact
There are others here that weren’t so blessed, and that’s a bloody fact.
But still it’s nice to have a bitch, about this ‘bloody’ rain
It could be worse, with the reverse… ‘bloody’ drought again.
©Copyright April 2011 by Graham E. McLoughlin