25/11/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
We sat by the fast-flowing river
You, me, and mum and dad
All nervous and a-quiver
Waiting for fun to be had
But the weather was awfully bad
For as far as we could see
Which made us dreadfully sad
And we waited beneath the tree
The wind made us shake and shiver
And coats by the layer we did add
The sun shone in a tiny sliver
Waiting for fun to be had
You felt like a terrible cad
For driving us out here for tea
You overreacted a tad
And we waited beneath the tree
The clouds did their rain deliver
Which made you ferociously mad
So I pulled out the pate made of liver
Waiting for fun to be had
Crackers were served on napkins of plaid
While mum sang a fine melody
Which made us tremendously glad
And we waited beneath the tree
This lark would surely be a fad
Not taken up by high nobility
As we felt somewhat like a nomad
And we waited beneath the tree
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