Sweet rain <br />Trickling down the drain <br />As I keep writing <br />A poem nice and plain <br /> <br />The trees are green <br />And so are my shoes <br />But that's beside the point <br />They are not of much use <br /> <br />As I am drinking my tea <br />My fingers slightly frozen <br />I'm thinking of a rhyme <br />That I have not yet chosen <br /> <br />But oh look I have already started <br />With this random thinking <br />While the cloths in the drier <br />Have started shrinking <br /> <br />Woops…<br /><br />zarina binda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woops-2/
