(dodgy Dave Tale) It Rains On His Parade (Revised)

I'm not saying David's blue
I'll leave that thought up to you
This is just a tale of Dodgy Dave
and how it seems to rain on his parade

You see many years ago starts the tale here
On a day that was oh so clear
Not a dropp of rain in sight
But listen to Dodgy Dave's plight

It had rained the day before
and David was waiting at the bus shelter door
Now this bus shelter's roof is flat
and this is where a big rain puddle sat

A gust of wind came along
which lent too David's sad song
Water whipped off the shelter and all over Dave
As if he was just hit by a tidal wave

His suit now soaked to the skin
Up pulls the bus much too David's chagrin
The bus driver steps out to check the blue sky
Which just left the bus driver mystified

David explained it's just me
It follows me where ever I go you see
A dark rain cloud that follows Dave
Always raining on his parade

So that's how Dodgy Dave grew to be so tall
It waters the manure is his boots....that's all
We all knew it wasn't because he had to sing for his supper
It's the rain in his boots that makes him 6ft and upper

by JoJo Bean

Comments (3)

Really enjoy this one, my dear..another very interesting poem of yours about our David. A million thanks.. love and hugs, Meggie
JoAnn, I like the last verse because what everyone always tell me. The manure my boots makes me so tall. Great write about me and thanks for sharing it my friend. Dodgy Dave
Delightful Tale! Poor chap though..lol