When it Rains, It Sucks

6/10/2025

We rode for The Sun

Said "You’re the one!"

But, he burned our buns,

And, he’s on the run

He’s gone away, didn’t even say "Excuse me."

There, in the sky

You are the guy

To make it dry

At least, please try

No big deal, just say you will — amuse me

It’s lot’s of work

To dry the network

You know he’ll shirk

He’s such a jerk

He’ll never get it dry enough by Tuesday

Maybe, next week?