I’m singing in the rain, just singing, and whinging, in the rain.

That Little Sprinkle Of Magic.

On a cold December Disney day best suited for galoshes
My wife and daughters smiled as I surveyed my trendy trainers,
This dude-of-a-dad don’t care for flat caps and Macintoshes,
For me, style over comfort is the simplest of no-brainers.

True, the pavement looked a trifle wet,
But I was lookin’good, feelin’ fine,
I stepped out, did a passable pirouette,
When you’re in style, who needs sunshine?

And so our delightful Disney day began,
How we cavorted, singin’ in the rain.
I swanned around exuding panache and elan,
Nike clad feet completely numb, so I couldn’t complain.

By nightfall I was lagging behind, dragging my feet,
Ready to walk away but la femmes dug their toes in,
They wanted the lights and fireworks, then, to make the night complete
They frolicked home endlessly singin’ the chorus to frikken ‘Frozen.’

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