Puddles

I wish with all my heart I’d bought that nice house on the hill
not the cottage by the river where the banks now start to spill
I look towards my garden where the water’s getting deeper
and suddenly I realise why this house was so much cheaper

What started out as puddles and a mound of slushy mud
has grown to vast proportions as my garden starts to flood
My Mini Car is sulking, as the puddles reach her doors
Rain is sneaking down my pathway, more determined than before.

I glance out of my window, from my kitchen snug and dry
and notice my best fuschia as it gaily floats on by
The bushes swirl below me, they’re all caught up in the flow
And my faithful rabbit Flopsy, floated past an hour ago

I look into the garden pond, now full up to the brim
With a cheery wave to Tiddles; never knew that cat could swim!
And then the heavens open; harder rain begins to pour
The postman wades right up my path, puts something through my door

I go into the hallway there’s a letter on the mat
its limp and very soggy and it landed with a splat
The words are wet and blurry, and I have to strain my eyes
In fact, I read it twice, as it’s a bit of a surprise.

“We are running short of water, so be prudent where you can
We regret to have to tell you that we’ve set a hosepipe ban
So customers, turn off your taps, use showers, please don’t bath..”
and I look of my window, and I slowly start to laugh..

© Jan Jack 2007

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