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  • Parkinsonspoet
    started a topic Mud


    After the rain in the mud I could slip

    Wore my white trainers with good grip

    Swerved and sidestepped the puddles

    Slipping and sliding balance befuddled

    Along the path with legs far apart

    Around the mud edge driest part

    Slippery though and did the splits

    If I fell would be ass over tits

    Came to where the mud is too wide

    Trainers sink in and mud inside

    Shifted more mud than the escape committee

    Tunnelling at Colditz just to be free

    Walked on the edge of the river bank

    Grip foreclosed its loan I had to thank

    For not toppling in the muddy river

    So cold that I would surely shiver

    Arrived home with feet cold and wet

    How can they have also sweat

    Filling up the washing machine

    Remind trainers of white when clean

  • Parkinsonspoet
    So am I it was cold

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  • RhymeLovingWriter
    This is quite a different take than the idyllic scene you set in the last poem Jon - sounds almost frightening - and definitely frustrating. Two sides of the same coin? So glad you didn't land in the water!

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