Torrents flood the drains again
One workman, tarpaulin in hand
Against the weather takes a stand.
The Conversion's in a sorry state
It's soaked - but rain will not abate
Splashes come in constant flow
A swimming pool's the way to go!
A delivery of shiny tiles
Stacked up in untidy piles
Await their final resting place
But the fretwork roof has sorry face.
Faced by Neptune's wrath again
The building plan is under strain
Meanwhile outside the weeds run riot
And the poet gets some peace and quiet!
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
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