It always seems like the skies are blue
Everybody’s excited to get on the fun train
Preparations and getting ready your whole crew,
But then all is spoiled by that poxy rain.
So we go inside to have a cuppa tea
And turn on the heating, because it’s freezing
I then turned on the tele to let me see
The weatherman forecasting colds and sneezing
Coats are hanging behind the door all year round
Even the thin ones for the summer clouds
And in your car boot your brolly can be found
For whenever you start hearing the dripping sounds
You can always be guaranteed a bummer,
when you receive your two week summer.
Written by Louis van Niekerk on 01 May 2018
LvN Poetry 