Felt me <br />up down wrapped around <br />sunless sleep O pea <br />no pod fell out of <br />Cobbled streets <br />that weep no morning sun <br />keep you nice and warm <br />troubles brew to balmy calm to <br />drink a cup of spirit free. <br /> <br />Blighters bugger chilly winds <br />Seattle's sail <br />buggy rides availed you <br />none <br />falling <br />falling falling <br />oppressed a heartless art rare form today.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-always-raining-there-no-wonder-you-are-fickle/
