A Rainy Day At Work


What a pain.
I hate the rain.
But, what would we do;
I don't have a clue;
If we had no rain?
That would be a shame.

Now, here is a quirk.
When it rains,
I hate to work.
What a mess,
Though I must confess
I work inside.
From the rain I hide.

I think I've gone nuts.
I don't claim
That it is from the rain,
Nor can I shirk
And say it's from my work.
No, I am a silly goose,
Because I read too much Dr. Seuss.


Tim April 14, 1998