Picnic in the rain
The rain was pouring down,
we set out for the park,
children in the back seat,
mothers in the front.
Picnic baskets packed,
tasty treats for all
we took a big umbrella
we'd need before nightfall.
A bottle of red for Al',
a can of beer for Jan
some Pepsi for young Josie
and a flask of tea for Anne.
Our French students came with us
spitting out French words,
oh la la and non, non, non
was plainly what we heard.
Zees mad English people
z'ey go out in zee rain,
we don't understand them
what zat they zey say again?
A streaker ran right by us,
I saw his ample cheeks,
well what else would I see
that might well rhyme with streak?
I tried to shade the children's eyes
but they were having none,
ooh la la, he's naked
look at his red bum!
We had a grand ol' afternoon
and then the sun came out.
Puddles dried up rapidly
and sun cream up did sprout.
So next time when it's pouring
we'll do it all again!
We're English, mad as hatters
and we picnic in the rain.
poem by Ruth Walters
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