Fogged and Waterlogged
Son-of-a-gun, we’re in western OR-EE-GUN !
Land of the soup, but not the sun
All you dang sun worshipers best beware
Don’t bring your sunglasses, cause there ain’t no glare
I sloshed around Portland for a week one day
Had a swimmingly splendid time but couldn’t stay
My sinuses were soaked and on top of that
I sprung a leak in my moldy rain hat
This rainy weather’s really getting’ me down
Today dawns a drizzle, another day to drown
Been so long since I touched dry ground
Can’t remember if the sun is square or round
So I paddled my way out of town
Hoping to escape that drippy sound
My tires over puddles go slip and slosh
Like driving thru a continuous car wash
I’m looking for road signs that I can decipher
But can’t see beyond my windshield wiper
Although I have always been fond of my umbrella
It’s not welcome as another appendage of this fella
I wade downstream to Corvallis and Eugene
Where Beaver and Duck fans fill the scene
These foul-weather mascots sure like the water
Come drink and quack for your alma mater
Moss, mold, mildew and more
The rain Gods are pissed, so let it pour
More days of damp, this is no fluke
Another rainy forecast, I’m gonna puke
After twelve straight days of rain up my hind
I phoned the weatherman – no friend of mine
To give him a piece of my mildewed mind
He said “The weather tomorrow will be fine”
To which I replied “Take that forecast of thine
and shove it where the sun don’t shine”
