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September 29, 2012

Coming up to the drizzly mire
Of ‘30 days hath September’
So let’s conspire
Make it one to remember!

Wretched rain, several days running,
has been great for the ducks,
Who haven’t been sunning
But rather found flopping
As they’re somewhat fond
Of quacking and slopping
on an algae-slicked pond.

Cool, clammy rain also hasn’t
dampened the flow of cars or trucks
on various local thoroughfares
Aw, shucks – who cares?

Dank, bleary skies
Over which sun is groping
A miasma despised
That it dries, we are hoping!

Not letting the dogs
Go off half-crazed
Whilst peeping frogs
Serenade orchard razed.