UNSURE WEATHER
The sun keeps bobbing behind a cloud or two,
My washing is on the line, that is nothing new,
But I have to keep on peeking to look for rain,
And when you are busy it can be quite a pain.
The wind comes and goes, now it’s blowing hard,
And I see other clothes appearing in many a yard,
I suppose if rain comes it will have another rinse,
Throw it in the drier, over the electric bill don’t wince.
But the rain has not come yet some of it is be dry,
When I’ve done a few more chores I’ll give it a try,
I hope I am not tempting fate leaving it blowing there,
For there’s nothing like clothes dried in the open air.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 2 September 2005