It gushed and flowed and entered every crevice,
It poured and pelted down relentlessly,
It flooded where it seeped, no malice, no, nor menace,
But source of life a nuisance still to me.
Or daughter maybe, with a careless handling,
Unshuttered doors and singing when I heard
The cascade, yes, a cascade, waterfalling
While I shouted and she heard not a word.
Bugger, damn and feck it, I’m tormented,
The rain it comes, then snow, and now this mess,
I’m buying an ark and sailing off, demented,
Water, in all forms, my nemesis.
Except bluey-geen oceans
and an iced glass.
scottishmomus 