It's raining outside;the weather's a mess
There's nothing to do as you can guess
Thunder and lightning seem so inviting,
the puddles, the pools, the weather it cools
And I'm on the chair, my soft derrierre,
I'm stuck here inside; I'm doomed to abide
until the raindrops have had their last plops.
It's raining outside; the weather's still wet.
I prayed for no school, and here's what I get.
Author notes
Option 5. by Then "A Beautiful Lie"
A contest entry
- Options Contest by Simply Simple.
1000 points, ended June 7, 2008, 83 entries
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Hahaha. Nice. This is funny. I could just see this happening to so many people I know. Thanks for the laughs and thanks for entering. Best of luck.

