Poems of 1997.
(Thank you, Lord for this most
wonderful day.
I crept up on forty, chuckled, then went on my way!)
The flab is fighting to be free
As lynne waddles about
But in the darkness of her room
She lets it all hang out.
'It's not me really - it's my clothes'
She nervously laughs.
But it's funny how she empties it
As she steps in the bath
So support the poor girl if you can
and help those in need
Her slim for Ethiopia
Is a worthy cause indeed.
The rain it fell like cats and
dogs
But the three of us went walking
It fell so hard we couldn't see
But at least it stopped me talking
We knew we'd get a little wet
But hadn't counted on the rain
That seemed entent on drowning us
As we trod the sodden lane
The Lord he is so just and fair
A taker and a giver
That day he gave the rain so free
The rain it fell like cats and dogs
But the three of us went walking
It fell so hard we couldn't see
But at least it stopped me talking
We knew we'd get a little wet
But hadn't counted on the rain
That seemed entent on drowning us
As we trod the sodden lane
The Lord he is so just and fair
A taker and a giver
That day he gave the rain so free
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