Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Whether, Wether or Weather.

My choice would have to be sunny but not hot.
Three words all sound the same, Wether being part of a goat, another is e.g Whether or not, and then Weather of the usually wet variety.
I must say though, I thought wethers were part of a horse, but Google came up blank on that one.

The Weather

The rain it rains on everyone, but the rich can afford umbrellas
We get saturated through to our souls we’re the little fellas
The sun it shines on everyone even jet black crows
But the ones who worry me the most are the ones that cast no shadows.

All words Meadowhead Bard.

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