(sing along 2) Willow weep for me.

Willow, dear,
Your prompts, I fear
Have gone beyond a joke.

Reminders here
Bring on a tear
For any age-ing bloke.

Every prompt,
For weeks were swamped,
With leaky, wet suggestion.

Extinguishers
And waterers,
Old pipes for our attention.

‘But not your bed’,
She smugly said:
‘That’s not a wat’ry riddle!’

“Oh yes!” I cry,
“It’s empty. Why?”
“I'd gone to have a piddle!”


Prompted again by Magpie Tales