Soggy bread.

by justbekozlowski

I’ve got soggy bread and a soggy head,
My toes are all wet and stinking of dread,
I need to leave, the house again soon,
Without an umbrella, the size of the moon.

I’ve got squelchy shoes, and slippery toes,
When the sun will arrive, no one knows,
I remember it’s face, so I’ll give you a shout,
When the clouds run away, and the sun comes out.

We can go for a picnic, and sit in the park,
The ground will be dry, until well after dark,
So until then we can hide, or we could jump in puddles,
Getting soaking wet, then getting warm cuddles.

I know which of the two I like best,
So I’ll be at the park, and then warming my chest,
For nothing is better than getting all warm,
Now put on your wellies, because I spy a storm!!!

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