Walk all over me, they do, young and old alike. Some of them jump, some of them stamp. Or I’m avoided like the plague. I put up with it. Then it’s dogs, licking me with rapid tongues. Then, it’s the avian creatures; pigeons, starlings – though I haven’t had a raven since God knows when – pecking at me. I get it. I’m there for the taking. Well, I’m in the best parts of town. I’m also, believe me, in the worst.
Then I’m dried up. Gone. Forgotten.
Wait for rain, they tell me.
Life is just a Puddle of jokes….
Then I’m dried up. Gone. Forgotten.
Wait for rain, they tell me.
Life is just a Puddle of jokes….