So, as soon as the washing cycle is through
I rush out to the garden with hope in my eyes,
There's a certain injustice, as I try to be green,
Save money and energy, whilst keeping things clean,
But it could rain for a day, or perhaps just an hour,
there's no way of knowing when's the next shower.
I save up my washing, build it up high,
And I get the machine on, as soon as it's dry,
I wait feeling hopeful, until the cycle has finished,
But, as I open the door, hope has already diminished.
I begin at one end of the line with the socks,
But, by the time I am done, shock of all shocks,
The sun was beating down, not a cloud in the sky,
Now a cloud has appeared and it’s starting to cry!
So am I, as it happens, I’ve had it with rain,
The stupid weather has caught me out again,
I tried to outwit it, rushed out there quick,
But I’m sure that it knows and is taking the mick!
Here I am thinking, something has to be done,
This is not a country often blessed with the sun,
I fear I'll go mad with the threat of more rain,
Another winter like last and I will go insane!
How about flying to a place far away?
Where the sun is a visitor almost everyday,
Take the clothes in a suitcase, let them dry while I'm there,
And I'll be back when they're dry, or when I no longer care!
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