Marc Backhaus

Thunderstorm Paul

Thunderstorm Paul went out for a blast
- it was neither his first nor would it be his last.
He rolled and he tolled and he laughed and he lol'd
Til at quarter past seven his grandmother called
him back in with authoritative vocal power
to get out of the rain and take a hot shower.
It was only then that Paul started to get
that it was in the end just himself he had wet.

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Published on e-Stories.org on 23.09.2013.

 
 

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