new wellington boots

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new wellington boots ( a poem fit for a duke in a duffel coat )



hark - the fields are alive

many squelches below

heavy rain's sodden toll

as folk go to & fro


yes them ducks have done well

chocolate caked is the land

there is mud upon mud

but it stops not my plans


as i stride without pride

lest i slip & then fall

'stead a spring in my steps

like the bouncing of balls


as that sun-thing comes out

then shines on yon green shoots

my feet keep bone-dry in

- new wellington boots -

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