Box rooms

Soaked and wet through again
cardboard’s no defence when
there’s rain again,
wish I was in Spain again
but that’s just a pipedream.

It’s just another cold old story
and we’ve heard it before
in the shop door way
with no way
to get out.

The Sun must be somewhere
at the end of the rainbow?
where the night goes in
slow mo’
and someone must

in the meantime
it’s raining
I’m soaking
no joking
this isn’t funny.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.