There are showers in Shrubbery Streetthey are coming from my nose.There's a fireman living in my headwho keeps switching on his hose.Every time I sneeze,they come in twos and threes,I'm forced to my kneesand need to wear a bib.The floorboards quake,the ceiling shakes,my poor body achesand I think I popped a rib.My head is filled … Continue reading April Showers