Thursday, February 18, 2016

Chicken Big, 32

Frightening Doggerel

Rain, Rain, Go Away!  Ombrophobia

He really feared the falling rain—
It didn’t matter, strong or light;
He felt that something wasn’t right.
It’s complicated to explain.

Perhaps it was the growing dark?
Or maybe he just hated wet?
But he could simply not forget
About that time—his father’s ark.

The animals, the carpentry,
The rain that wouldn’t ever stop,
The work he did for Noah (Pop).

(And now …)

He screams at rain incessantly. 

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