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Wet Sunday!



Wet Sunday morning, expectations are low

The day will never get going it has no place to go

All the plans we made last night suddenly in free fall

We'll never finish this old house or that stupid wall


Puddles of dirty water collect in driven rain

looks like the sun will never come out again

This is good old England I say! as I squeeze my sodden mop

When it starts raining here, it doesn't know when to stop!


The skies look grey and heavy, and the outlook isn't good

All we need is a thunderstorm and then there'll be a flood

It's not a wall we'll be building but a ship to be precise

And all that's left to stop us is a bit of snow and ice.


My motto in life is no regrets but I'm afraid I have to yield

A great big hole on my landing staring into the field

It isn't very private and boy! there is a draught

To take away the gable seems to be quite daft


All in the cause of renovation that never seems to end

A huge and timely project for us to try and mend.


Rain, Rain go away and please give us some sun

Cause bulding in the pouring rain sure is no fun!


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