keeping my feet dry
I love to watch the storms, you know
those fascinating winds that blow
thunder rumbling deep and loud
lightning dancing in the clouds
I step outside to the screened-in room
to observe this mighty tempest loom
wandering through the skies as rain comes down
water, water, all around
A puddle comes in through the doggie-door
right there on the screened-room floor!
I never could resist the feel
of a puddle's cool touch from toes to heel
yes I stuck my feet right in for a cuddle
of the cool soft feel of that little puddle
it was right about then the lightning hit
and the oak tree outside was forever split
as for me…I can only say this…
I'll never again feel a puddle's bliss
I felt the shock right down through my toes
down my spine and up my nose!
before that bolt could get another lick
I was running for cover and pretty damned quick!
once inside I looked back to see
if I'd left behind any pieces of me!
I've decided, yes, that from now on
should storms arise, be it dusk or dawn
with booming roar and flashing red
the safest place is beneath my bed!
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