Why I don't write poetry

By wintertale

Raindrops (not a flower)

Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling ....

tra la la la la la la (okay - I forget the words from hereon in).

Am I really back to work already :-(

Despite the torrential rain and being back at work, I had quite a nice day. Lots of laughs and I even managed a cheeky wee cup of tea with Iona.

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