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!
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
Offline) - Published: November 23rd, 2018 17:19
- Comment from author about the poem: A light hearted rhyme about trying to get my wife to run in the rain.
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
Good write, being in the rain at any time is fine - skin is waterproof.
True...I love running in the rain!
That you in that pic RB? Looks like one of my brothers! You running now?!
Yes...my Mrs is in the background looking like Rocky!
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