The Ballad of Soggy Ground
The rain, it pours like cats and dogs; the ground begins to flood, As rivers swell, detritus marks the tidemark on the mud. The hallowed swathes of England’s turf with urban rubbish covered, And fields of winter wheat or spuds with dirty water smothered. At home the search for scapegoats start with pundits casting … Continue reading The Ballad of Soggy Ground
