Soggy
Soggy
A downpour, a deluge
From which there’s no refuge
A flood of near biblical proportions
A cloudburst, a torrent
Except for frogs abhorrent
An inundation of our corner of Creation
We’re drenched, we’re drownded
Our picnic table surrounded
Like the Ark by waters impounded
We’ll slog through the swamp
Can’t avoid getting damp
Over our shoe tops in pooling water
As back homeward we go
With our soggy lunch in tow
Through the muck and the mud we totter
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