Flooded pavements, trampled leaves
A sky without a fleck of blue
August cools and we’re soaked through!
It’s not much fun for those who try
To explore the city in the dry
As it often rains on their parade
Crowds congregate in the arcade*.
The smell of chocolate lures them in
They purchase plenty on a whim
Forget the walk – why not indulge?
And to hell with one more tiny bulge!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
*Galeries Saint Hubert
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