I’m tasting all the raindrops
Wondering where they’ve been.
Over the rainbow and back down again
to make today so grim
I can’t see my friends for woolly hats,
copy-cat umbrellas and pavement walks.
“Cheer up!” for the second time today-
and you can hardly talk.
Drying my shoes on the radiator
(And drying them still, an hour and a half later)
It’s not beautiful, it paints me blue
Bites my ears and lines my lips
And they say it’s romantic, too!
Romance doesn’t make you shiver
Beauty won’t tell your teeth to talk
And every time I’m out of milk-
those wretched pavement walks
Pavement walks, our pavement pacing
Someone tell me why we’re racing.