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RUSTIC JOYS
by
Tony Darke

I left the city smoke behind
For the countryside again.
In usual spring weather,
Tipping down with rain!
At last the raindrops ceased
Their pounding on my head,
And bloody great hailstones
Took their place instead.

I wandered there between the fields
Along a winding track
And slipped upon a cowpat
And fell flat on my back.
I took a deep breath of the air
And a tear sprang to my eye
Because a jolly farmer
Was spreading muck nearby.

The lambs were gambolling in the field
Playing poker and roulette.
The lovely soaring birdsong
Was drowned out by a jet.
Alas the day was over
And I sadly homeward trod
When a car drove through a puddle
And soaked me, thoughtless sod.

The city lights were beckoning
As I waited for the train
But just as I suspected
It's been cancelled once again.
At last I reached my cosy flat
As with flu I start to cough,
The bloody place is freezing
The heating's still switched off

If I get the urge again
In the countryside to stray,
I'll quickly have a long lie down
'Til the feeling goes away.

 
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