I come from trenches deep in slime, <br />Soft slime so sweet and yellow, <br />And rumble down the steps in time <br />to souse 'some shivering fellow'. <br /> <br />I trickle in and trickle out <br />Of every nook and corner, <br />And, rushing like some waterspout, <br />Make many a rat a mourner. <br /> <br />I gather in from near and far <br />A thousand brooklets swelling, <br />And laugh aloud a great 'Ha, ha!' <br />To flood poor Tommy's dwelling.<br /><br />Harold Parry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tommy-s-dwelling/
