I watched my car swim past today
As it breaststroked down the road
Upon opening the curtains
I’d found the world had overflowed
The weatherman had told us
That the forecast was quite grim
He’d talked of impending deluges
And the squalliest of winds
I’d gone to bed and thought to myself
‘Just how bad can it get?’
Precipitation doesn’t bother me
Neither does getting wet
Unbeknownt to me
Whilst I was wrapped in blissful slumber
The rains became a monsoon
Which truly was not cumbered
I shall miss the trips I had in her
My shiny set of wheels
The tempest came and claimed her
Alongside countless other automobiles
So now to reach the shops
I’m going to have to take a dip
Past all the sunken residences
The effluent and shit
Maybe I’ll get a dinghy
And captain my ship to work
I’ll head out and face the brouhaha
I won’t be seen to shirk
The experts have predicted
we’ll be seeing more extreme weather
Resistant to changing lifestyles
It won’t get any better
Hence, we’ll have to grow accustomed
To our new aquatic land
Swap the Corsa for a cutter
Before it all gets out of hand
Poetry for Dullards 