It is with greatest of regret
I say there’s still no internet-
Of emails I now feel a lack;
I don’t know when I’ll get them back.
And, just for adding to the fun,
There is, of gales, another one
Which is about to hit our shores,
While yet again more deluge pours!
And, on our main route are these trees
Unsettled by the little breeze;
This in-route/out-route only suits
When roots are down and no uproots!