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Jun 2014
the pitter patter of rain
hath stifled all sporting plans
they've put a dampener
on the kicking
batting
and bouncing of *****

weekend fixtures appeared
much brighter
on Thursday
the weathermen
trotted out a fine forecast
they were talking up
the sun's forty eight hour
weekend blast

yet they didn't mention
a thing about a substantial rain band
which was very close
at hand

those of the golfing
and soccer fraternities
are taking shelter
in their club houses
out of the down pours
no driving with a nine iron
on the par eight hole
nor twill there be
a heading
of a crowd pleasing goal

the mid larks
at Flemington race track
are to the wither
well and truly bogged
as the entirety of furlongs
hath been water logged

enthusiasts of sport
are glum faced souls
their weekend of competition
swallowed up in
the wettest of bowls

the weathermen
never showed any consideration
on predicting
the weather's
wild fluctuations
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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