A Rainy Day In May Poem by J M Blake
A Rainy Day In May
Shall I compare you to a rainy day
You misserable sop.
You spoil this balmy month of May
You moaning fop.
Up with you scoundrel man
Shake out your dreary grey
Enjoy the sun while you can
The rain's not far away
Those days of cold, misty hue
With slicing, stingings, strike
Echo something of you
It's misery day and night.
Now I must truly ask myself
Would I not be better left on the shelf.
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4/23/2024 1:16:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'Now I must truly ask myself Would I not be better left on the shelf.' Amazing poem. Last two lines are excellent.10+++