Saturday night fell
like the dong of a bell
It’s easy to tell
This won’t go well
It’s easy to say
write about the day
how the weather played
and the rain stayed
so we were all here
drowned, I fear
the umbrella didn’t steer
the storm didn’t clear
and I’m a drowned rat
its cliche to say that
but the dogs on the mat
and we don’t have a cat
so don’t give me flack
and don’t get on my back
coz my muse is in my bed
there’s nothing in me head
no thoughts for me to tread
the melody is dead
Write a rhyme he said
in a ridiculous fez
it won’t be your best
but it’s not a test
we’ll delete at your bequest
your happiness our quest.
Charlie Ann Alford 