I took a stroll on a wet November day
following a track down to the byway
there was a pile up causing a long delay
nearby some heaps of trash left to decay
rumbling sounds as I cross the tramway
then down the steep hill to the walkway

Into the park where i watch the children play
rain soaking me through, my hair in disarray
hangs down in threads, like papier-mache
when I get home and dry off, I sit and watch the bay
warm and cosy I drink my tea, watch the spray hit the quay
a blustery day with heavy showers, I decide inside now to stay