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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