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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

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

STORM IN A TEACUP
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.

5 comments:

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.

Email: timhtrain - at - yahoo.com.au

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