#449 - this is the weather where...

 

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this is the weather where

without laughter all hope is abandoned

 

 

this is the weather where

ducks dive

why not

you would

 

we welcome gardens indoors

ask what will grow on a carpet

 

all boats rise in this weather

bail faster or under we go

 

a musty wafting

dream deep

wake in mould

lichen tries the walls

 

this is the weather where

thank our feathers nicely waxed

grow a tail

take to the trees

 

everywhere’s Venice or Amsterdam

 

now that one in one hundred is one in ten

that’ll teach us for living foot to the floor

 

outsides of the windows get a free wash

leave the car out too

 

ghosts of pandemic and fire and

things dead in the drought

jungle up now

… so many pause buttons, who knew?

 

start your own ark

little drainage test

give the gutters a blast

 

sharks swim in the streets

under we go

 

hope springs eternal

on put the bins out Monday

 

a raindance is very effective now

oceans will come when you call

 

a clock rusts out

 

the sweet mosquito flew

in a fever

 

hats off, who cares?

 

I moss

don’t you?

 

still cut off …

out of apples

last tim tam gone

 

we may have to milk ourselves

then surely a cow will float by?

 

all praise the Duke of Wellington

his bootmaker more to the point

Jason, the first ship

a raft of inventors, now saints of necessity

 

there’s no world greener than this

forecast’s washed away

with the signal

 

this is the nightmare of Queensland come

with a toad and yet the taste of rum

 

suck it up

grow gills

 

there’s no need of out of bed today

crocodile under we go

watch out for mood swings

 

for the love of roof

notch walls of the rain

with how many days till we’re out (?)

 

it’s for this the frogs sing

though they cannot compete

 

no prayer will serve …

there’s only Truman’s wild cry to his maker –

‘is that all you’ve got?’

‘is that it?’