The Day I Became Victorian

The day I became Victorian, the sky rained itself away,
She said, "I feel like crap, I feel so fat, I'm feeling sad today."
The streets became flowing rivers
Bicycles should have converted into boats,
People scurried along with newspaper hats,
& I can't help but gloat.

I'm snug and dry in my gum boots,
It's Melbourne's classic four season day
You must come prepared for all weather,
and that's the final thing I'll say.