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No Better Wetter
by Charles E MinshallWhen our weather was drier
And our forests on fire,
We prayed for the rains to come.
Now the water's
Up to our decks and floor,
The water's up to our necks and more.
Now that it's wetter
We find it no better,
But we dare not pray for sun.
05/04/2003 Posted on 05/05/2003
Copyright © 2026 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 05/05/03 at 03:59 PM lolol.... oh Charlie! WOW you do these so very well! I love the wordplay and how you twist things all around with it! Superb poetry! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/05/03 at 04:48 PM LOL! Sounds like you need to build an ark. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/05/03 at 06:21 PM The truly frustrated weatherman! LOL!!! Really neat twist at the end! |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 05/06/03 at 11:12 PM Seems we are never happy with the weather we get, eh? At least we can laugh and write about it like in this clever piece of yours though. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 05/07/03 at 05:45 AM Yet somehow...somewhere wetter sounds better! Must be I'm used to all the rain ;) |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 05/10/03 at 03:16 AM HaHaHa! A smart person that can be careful what he asks for! Wish I were! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 06/05/03 at 12:09 PM I suppose we are left to choose one extreme over the other, eh? Good stuff, pal.
Peace... |
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