I’d Rather Be in Bridport

Wib Wab… Wib Wab… Wib Wab say the wipers in the rain
Amongst the symphony of drops on the window pane
And when the big drops splash on the roof above
There’s something quite nice about the rain I love

I see some folks go rushing by
To the local shops or just somewhere dry
umbrellas held firmly against the day
As they hurry and scurry along their way

I’d rather be damp or a little bit wet
Than snug and dry on a holiday jet
I’d rather be in Bridport in the rain
Than a sun kissed beach in sunny Spain

There’s something quite lovely about the rain
And I’d rather be in Bridport than sunny Spain

 

You can see and hear this poem on You-Tube

“I’d Rather be in Bridport”

 

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Is It Too Late To Be Writing Poetry?

I’m tired and I just can’t stop yawning
It’s stupid o’clock in the bloody morning

We will just have to wait and see
If it’s too late to be writing poetry?

I really need some divine intervention
perhaps an elixir of lyrical inspiration

I drifted and snoozed and finally slumped
and only woke when my head got bumped!

Perhaps a surgeon would do instead
To remove this keyboard from my head