murk and mud

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It continues to rain in the land of the cow bells.

Arriving home, I feel the pain of my stomach and the strong smells.

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What is the stench?

Why do I feel such a belly wrench?

Why, it must the puddle, which became a lake.

True, triangular - for a lake - it looks quite fake.

Euph', call the owner for goodness sake!

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Well not yet, lil' pet...

Haven't quite got around to making the little boat.

But if you look properly, why it looks like there's a moat.

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Okay, fine, I'll phone,

turn the music down a tone...

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The owners just had to laugh whilst I chose to gasp..

"smelly water is going to come in, is that just fine??"

(that was Euph', by the way, sharing her mind)

"call the concierge at anytime"

(and that was the wife trying to be kind)

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*no duh*

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So, whilst the waters rise,

I feel somewhat like Noah and his wife:

I sense the urgency:

Euph', change the insurance policy!

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The murky brown does makes me frown.

Soon though I may see a frog appear on a log.

Why, what imagination Euphonies shares in this blog.

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(In the meantime,

the waters continue to climb)

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