The snail with a crack in his shell
Something’s cracked my shell,
it’s just a small crack nothing big,
but when it rains I’m getting wet,
the forecast looks so bleak.
Monday - rain, Tuesday - storms,
Wednesday - showers, wets the norm.
Thursday - rain, Friday’s bleak.
the weekend’s called off, what a week.
- Poem by Chris Harrington -
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