Written on May 1st - I think we may be near the forty days without one entirely dry by now. Possibly?
Forty days
On my head is the hat of gloom,
she intoned.
No one gave me the hat of carefree jollity, alas.
The old man’s snoring in the rain
while the ducks are singing in tune tonight.
How many more days before the forty total’s up?
Hey, Swithun?
I thought it was in July that you objected
when they moved your bones indoors.
Though Doctor Foster’s refusal to return
was to Gloucester
not Winchester
Will they need another diver
to keep the foundations flood-free now?
I counted – twenty-nine so far
Unless I am mistaken.
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