Wellies by Elizabeth Henry ... (something HTW can't do without these days!)

On talcum-powdered hilltops

And in sticky, sloppy mud,

They’ll keep you dry and cosy,

Take you splashing in a flood.

 

They come in different sizes,

And they’re lined with downy fluff.

They’re either pretty snazzy

Or they’re grubby, smutched and rough.

 

I own some that are spotty,

And I own some that are smart.

I have a pair for festivals,

Bedecked in purple hearts.

 

A pair dwells in my garden,

And I’ve crammed them full of blooms.

I even have some yellow ones

Adorned in red balloons.

 

I wear them in the woodland,

In the sea and in the stream.

I wash them in the puddles,

But they rarely ever gleam.

 

They’re comfy and they’re squidgy,

And they love to take a hike.

They’ve trampled over grass and sod,

On beaches, banks and dykes.

 

I couldn’t do without them;

They’re as utile as can be.

Those scruffy, shabby wellingtons,

Revered and loved by me.