An English Weather Report

This is an English weather report
Brought to you by; the weather man is on strike.

There is a like for a dislike and a dislike for a like
To do with the English weather; a dislike a like


To do, to do, to do, to do, to do
My brolly out, to do, to do, to do; I say


If frustration had its way
To crack a whip, it would without hesitation
Of course it would do, without contemplation
On the backside of the weather's play


Hmm, I guess that would
Just mean more tears on sensitivity

The weather is just too hypersensitive
With tear drop so frequent, call on encore

But for most part, it does not pour
Not like it does with the hyperactive rush

Of the tropics with sentiments so strong
Best advice, be advised; escape from its way


Gently, gently, subtle to do, to do, to do
A like of a dislike and a dislike of a like

O rainy England, to do, to do, to do, to do
What am I to do, to do, with you

Cuddling in winter

It feels as though, life dies 
When summer is no more
Gone away with all the little things 
We smile and laugh about 


The gale winds, the cold frost 
The minutes in eternity, spent for the car to warm 
The layers of cloths, to add some more 
And not enough cover to Eskimo the face 


The  cold weather drives us all in 
Like an Anatolian shepherd with effect 
So time and time again, housebound we become 
With curtains closed, to void, t' weather's penetrating thoughts 


Come, lets cuddle up by the fire side 
A blanket to share, a story to tell 
I would trade summer for your company in winter 
And not have to say much, nor laugh that much 


But just a cuddle, would do 
And I will spend winter bonding with you 
Summer would have its time to shine
To show as off, to show how close we got in winter 

Rains on the Island

Mermaids are made of fiction 

Stories told to delight our imagination 

Like the flying little fairies  

Who parade with joy in back gardens 

So many in lists of creatures to mention 

All magical and wondrous in ways there are 

To cast a spell of enchantment 

So many children stories, inspired  

To have been told of fiction 

But in Europe laid an island 

Anglo, hair tin distance from the main land  

Where the tears of the clouds poured persistent  

Poured on so much, on the regular  

It turned the inhabitants into mermaids 

Such a place like a fish tank, England always wet

Eskimo

Eskimo!
#Oh my is cold outside


Packed up, wrapped up 
In layers  of Caribou, 
Muskox, seal fur, 
Polar bear skins,  and more
Many more, much more 


Faced up in competition 
With the onion layer 
Who's got layers, yea yea
Tell me who's got layers
Eskimo!


Eskimo!
I do mine with layers on T shirts 
What else can be put on, goes on
Second layers now feel 
Like nakedly dressed


Eskimo!
#Oh, my is cold outside
#I mean like really cold outside
#Shivers with cold, outside 


Eskimo!
Gosh, its cold outside 
No joke,  its cold outside
Eskimo!


Eskimo!, 
I am packing, racking
Folding, on jackets
On Jackets, on Jackets
Like Jack and the fat man
The fat man, am packing, to become 


Eskimo!
Summer was a bore, boring
Refusing to show it's cards, selfish
And the birds stayed in, half clothed
Still protesting to come out and play


Eskimo!
Oh no not winter, 
Eskimo!, Russia, Antarctic


#Oh my is cold outside
#Really really cold outside
#Shivers with cold, outside 


Eskimo !
She held no hold backs, 
Eskimo in styles I had to dress in
For park plays, park walks, cosy feel
It became a requisite, Eskimo!