WHAT GOES AROUND... (IP)

I am standing here so quietly,

Just waiting for the rain. 

I’ve tried to climb out up the wall

But I just slip back again.

There’s not much now that I can do

Just hope, and pray, and think –

The worse thing is, it’s my own fault.

I’d had too much to drink,

Walked home alone across the fields

So I could get there quick –

Hoping to miss the coming storm –

I was feeling very sick

But in my haste I clean forgot

About the open well.

It’s filled in, but the lid’s been nicked -

I tripped, and in I fell.

It’s not much more than twelve foot deep

I would have been okay

If it hadn’t rained so hard this year

Most every blooming day.

The water’s right up to my neck

It’s like taking a cold bath

If it weren’t so flippin serious

I’d really have to laugh.

I’m cold and wet, my necks gone stiff

But what gives me most pain:

It was ME what pinched the lid.

Now I’m waiting for the rain.