What were once the best seats in the house.

Float like Hippos in the water.

A young girl cycles, partially submerged.

On a bike her mam had bought her.

All public transport has been stopped.

Only swans ducks dinghy’s and canoes.

Seagulls dustbins and trampolines.

Manage to make their own way through.

Yet another once in a lifetime event.

Has happened once again.

The lady from the Rivers Agency

Blames global warming and the rain!

An old man sits upon the roof.

His wife and dog sit in a boat.

Hi-Vis jackets chaotically organise.

Trying to keep them all afloat.

Up the high street they set sail.

Friends wave from their bedroom window.

The river rises reluctantly.

Past the paper shop and the bingo.

A helicopter hops and hovers

The waters stir and bubble.

A reporter asks the obvious

Traffic lights don’t seem too troubled.

A thousand tears don’t help the cause.

Their homes are filled with stinking mud.

They asked for walls of brick and steel

All they got was wet driftwood.