(25th March 1943 / )


This chap, had a cap
Pulled down over his face.
This was in case,
The rains, refrain.
Touched his skin,
And dripped off his chin.

This bloke, had a cloak
Wrapped around tight,
To keep him alright,
Whilst the rain poured down,
So that he would be
Dry, completely.

This fella, had an umbrella
Which was extra cover,
As he would discover,
In the rains display,
Thus there was no water,
In any quarter.

This male, just hated hail,
As this soaked into his gear,
Which gave him no cheer,
But being cleverer than the rest,
And just to make sure,
A mackintosh, he wore.

© Ernestine Northover

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Comments (6)

This poem has it all, refreshing, lighthearted with good flow and rhyme. I'll be happy to read your poems anytime. --Melvina--
Now you've really hit my funny bone, as I can enjoy this with a laughing heart.Love Duncan
What a fun one Ernestine! I love your lighthearted poems..........a refreshing breath of enjoyment! Sincerely, Mary
A fine piece of humour, the gentlest whimsy to take one's cares away. All well-metred with rhyme intact, to keep wit dry on a rainy day! Fine write., With warm regards, Hugh
An enchanting bit of whimsy Ernestine - I'm smiling. avr
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