Homework 16/8/21 'Raining Gold'
Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2021 5:23 pm
It's been raining non stop for the last month here
RAINING GOLD
The floods have breached the Torbay Creek,
the kitchens ankle deep.
And fears are held by one and all,
for half our flamen sheep.
We’ve spent the whole week fencing too,
and most has washed away.
but Aussie girls in Tokyo,
have brightened up our day.
The wife is in a cranky mood,
and boy have we been told.
Thank God the girls have brought a smile,
while reaching out for gold
The rain is tumbling down outside
and adding to our plight.
The only good news we have heard,
is more gold’s now in sight.
The cows are jumping fences now,
the few that are still there.
And Dino’s got a taste here of,
the culture we now share.
Star power's always here old mate,
it’s flamen work we hate
But mothers got her dander up,
God help us if we’re late
And life is not worth living here,
for there is no escape.
When mother cracks the bloom’en whip,
you’d better breast the tape.
The world maybe united now,
and peace may rule somewhere.
But flooded kitchens bring no joy,
for blokes out here to share.
© T.E. Piggott
RAINING GOLD
The floods have breached the Torbay Creek,
the kitchens ankle deep.
And fears are held by one and all,
for half our flamen sheep.
We’ve spent the whole week fencing too,
and most has washed away.
but Aussie girls in Tokyo,
have brightened up our day.
The wife is in a cranky mood,
and boy have we been told.
Thank God the girls have brought a smile,
while reaching out for gold
The rain is tumbling down outside
and adding to our plight.
The only good news we have heard,
is more gold’s now in sight.
The cows are jumping fences now,
the few that are still there.
And Dino’s got a taste here of,
the culture we now share.
Star power's always here old mate,
it’s flamen work we hate
But mothers got her dander up,
God help us if we’re late
And life is not worth living here,
for there is no escape.
When mother cracks the bloom’en whip,
you’d better breast the tape.
The world maybe united now,
and peace may rule somewhere.
But flooded kitchens bring no joy,
for blokes out here to share.
© T.E. Piggott