I could always wear a shower cap to keep my ‘barnet’ dry
I could try to dodge the raindrops that are falling from the sky
I could stay at home and wonder,
where has the Summer gone?
where is the Sun and gentle breeze?
these things alone are things we
leave our homes for,
it’s not the traipsing ’round the bargain store
not the crush upon the bus
not the two for one
or buy one get one free
those things alone do not do very much for me,
is it in or out
do I brave the rain
do I stay home and
the last bottle on the wall?
© 2020, John Smallshaw.