I’m tasting all the raindrops
Wondering where they’ve been-
Over the rainbow and back down again
to make my day 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 neither of you can 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
A second coat for fingertips.
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.