My water bottle holder
Has
a pocket meant for keys
Or
a tissue or some money
Or
whatever else you please.
When
I went out walking yesterday,
I
thought I’d beat the rain,
But
the sky grew dark and so my hopes
Went
swirling down the drain.
My
shirt and shorts and hat were soaked,
My
sneakers still not dry,
Plus
this morning I discovered
Something
that had passed me by.
For
within that little pocket
Were
six singles, dampish still,
And
a soggy pad for writing,
Which
no pencil point could fill.
So
I spread them out for drying,
Whey
they did, in not much time,
Then
replaced them for tomorrow,
Setting
all of this in rhyme.
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