A Mardi Gras tale of woe…in poem.

With all the wisdom of a paranoid person, I listened to the naysayers.

 Nay nay the rain will fall yet,

 and all the revellers wet. 

So took to my bed did I. 

And not a drop came from the sky.

 I did indeed remain dry and bored,

 while the party goers with laughter roared.

 Woe to those whose worry kill, 

fun and frolic,  glee and joy.

 And so I remain even still

a sober but sad and lonely boy.

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One response to “A Mardi Gras tale of woe…in poem.

  1. Oh no, it’s not too late. There’s action all night 😀

    By the way, I loved your Maroubra sunrise pics. They are so beautiful and familiar to me. Made me want to skinny dip.

    Lovely work 😊
    Greg

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