Felt me
up down wrapped around
sunless sleep O pea
no pod fell out of
Cobbled streets
that weep no morning sun
keep you nice and warm
troubles brew to balmy calm to
drink a cup of spirit free.
Blighters bugger chilly winds
Seattle's sail
buggy rides availed you
none
falling
falling falling
oppressed a heartless art rare form today.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-always-raining-there-no-wonder-you-are-fickle/
