An Alliterative

Some forty white horses went walking when wet
While waiting for waters to wane
The rain kept on running and, running, the rain
A-ran down, ruining horses’ fete.

Though bothered, bay brayers the rain best abide
And bid the bully a bonjour
But, cant’ring, the crew cursed the clouds’ grey color
And concluded they’d just come inside.

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