Hallo all! I am looking out of my study window and am getting so depressed. Rain, rain, rain. And guess what? More rain. I apologise to all of you who came to this country for your holidays. Please don't forget: you can get out of here, we who are residents are stuck!
We need a bit of light entertainment on this forum. How about some poetry? After all, there MUST be some poetry in rain... Yes? No? Please, there must be! How about some limericks or just some poetry of any art form?
I'll give you some examples (quite weak, I'm sure you out there can do better) that came to me over ironing some soggy clothes...
Right, here it goes.
The summer in Ireland meant rain.
The tourists thought it was a pain.
The weather was rough,
Tourists went home in a gruff,
Never to be seen here again.
There once was a lady in Ireland.
She found it was more like Mire-Land.
The sun was elusive,
to her health not conducive.
She wondered what the weather was like in Fireland.
And here's another one, please sing this to the tune of Beethoven's Ninth:
Irland, ach so kalt und nass!
Wir sind so schön betrunken,
Hot Whiskeys by the glass!
Wär'n wir doch nur in Ita-ha-ha-lien geblieben,
Da wär's so-ho-ho schön und war-ha-ha-harm!
Irland - näh, kein am Strand lie-hie-hie-hie-gen -
Irland kann mich lecken am A-ha-ha-harm!
I await your contributions!