Thursday, 2 July 2015

The weather's never right for Brits

The summer's been a washout.
It's been windy. We've had rain.
As always, at the cold and cloud,
Were driven to complain.

In June, the central heating's on
At full-strength winter mode.
We've dressed in boots and hoodies,
For a walk along the road.

We should have eaten salads,
(Or the dreaded barbeque).
But we sadly stuck to comfort food -
Our cottage pie or stew.

We've longed for warmer weather,
Just a few nice days the hope.
Then the sun came out. We sweltered.
And we found we couldn't cope.