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
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, to do, to do, to do, to do
If frustration had its way
Of course it would do, without contemplation
Hmm, I guess that would
The weather is just too hypersensitive
But for most part, it does not pour
Of the tropics with sentiments so strong
Gently, gently, subtle to do, to do, to do
O rainy England, to do, to do, to do, to do
Totally love your poetry ... and It was an awful pleasure to have met you
ReplyDeleteTotally love your poetry , and it was an awful pleasure to have met you at the event that took place ! ... keep the amazing work up
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, written so smoothly that it flowed easily!
ReplyDeleteGreat commentary on the usually rainy Old Blighty, now the exceedingly flooding Old Blighty, what to do with you? So true!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem! Sounds just like a song!
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