It’s a pain
My Mrs
Won’t run in the rain
Chances of a shower
Won’t step out
Nothing in my power
Will get her moving
Even when
Her hair needs doing
Maybe she thinks
A bit of water
And she shrinks
Frankly I’m frustrated
When I run in the rain
I feel alive full of life, elated
I’m going to get her out
Even if it kills me
Can’t wait for the drought!