I got wet.
Then I got more wet.
Then I lost my keys.
And my shoes were filled with rain,
chattering teeth, soaked to my thighs
through to my skin
shrivelled up feet, trench foot set in
but then I think about real trench foot
and silently apologise to the poor sods
who died with wet feet
I cried when I peeled off my clothes
I felt sorry for myself
But the little un had made me a hot drink
So I thought myself lucky
I am not native to wet and cold
The sun is needed for us growin' old
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
I got wet.
Then I got more wet.
Then I lost my keys.
And my shoes were filled with rain,
chattering teeth, soaked to my thighs
through to my skin
shrivelled up feet, trench foot set in
but then I think about real trench foot
and silently apologise to the poor sods
who died with wet feet
I cried when I peeled off my clothes
I felt sorry for myself
But the little un had made me a hot drink
So I thought myself lucky
I am not native to wet and cold
The sun is needed for us growin' old