by Danica Green
Rain is the sad weather,
Snow is reflective,
Such pathetic fallacy.
You'll still be dead when the sun comes out.
ii. So Long
I've never flogged a dead horse,
But I've kicked a dead rat.
I found it in the garden last summer,
Not a mark on it,
But covered in flies.
I kicked it to check it was really dead.
I'm taking the good china when I go,
You never used it anyway.
The duvet cover you said was too vintage,
The tacky seashell lamp
I'm taking the cat.