Toil in the soil Part 2

There i was, breaking and entering

Soldiered on like a good ‘un.

Doing my imitation of a fish.

Sticking it up me waterproof.

(Or am a fiddling with something else?)

(No)

Toil in the soil

So i dug and dug.

For hours and hours. This is all i could do:

The forecasted “heavy rain” came. Slushed down by the whirly wind.

I looked like a waterlogged dog. Felt like a drowned rat.

Rain dripped down the crack of my bottie and into my mud-caked boots.

Time to call it a day.

A little square of sludgy brown porridge.

Doesn’t look like much.

But it’s a start.

Now lets get into the warm.

Porge has lit the fire, made some soup.

The place to dig

I’m gonna be digging there in a minute.

If it stops bleedin raining.

What am i meant to be digging again?

Er, yeah that’s right -

A swimming pool.

Well done Porge for battening down the hatches.

To stop the patch getting wet on see.

She used about 500 screwdrivers.