Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Whatever floats your boat into a particular port in a storm is my cup of tea

Tumultuous torrents rush down
It boils it broils it bounds
From rim to rim
With waves fierce and grim
While scalding hot steam rises round –

A flood of white horror comes crashing
And clashing and splashing and bashing
Into the molten ocean
With torrid motion
Then a hail of white stones begins dashing…

Go swim in the rivers or seas
While it’s raining and 40 degrees
Go paddling, floating,
Or rafting or boating
But a storm in a teacup is hardly a storm in a teacup to me.


Shelley said...

I've weathered a storm today so a cup of tea sounds like a plan.

TimT said...

Hope it was a good one. Better a storm in a teacup than a storm without.

Caz said...

Happy birthday Timmy.

And yes, I almost forgot!

Hope you've had a fab-u-larse day and night.

TimT said...

Thanks Caz! Curiously the night involved popcorn, donuts, and hanging out in a car park in Nunawading. (Went to the circus there.)

Caz said...

Whoo hoo - sounds like a most excellent way to spend your birthday Tim.

Nunawading has a circus - jeez, times are tough in the circus industry. Poor buggers.

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