Summer is Here

The first day of summer announces
The official begining of summer
Hot, dry weather and beach flounces
Time to sweat it out you bugger
I hate summer heat but like the dances
And the chance to gorge on sugar

The Owl

What a mate is that owl
Who perched on a tree branch
Reflected with a soft howl
Staring through the window arch
While we're fixated on our dinner bowl

The owl is celebrated as a symbol of wisdom
It's got huge eyes like balls or saucepans
I learnt while munching on a spicy poppadom
But where I come from 's dreaded by Grans
For they say its singing spells unleashed doom
Still its foul tone attracts a handful of fans


It seems the Grans were right as always
For the owl did announce storms and hail
Although some did not get its crafty ways
Of disappearing just before strikes the gale
They moan and moan oh why did the owl phase
Out its singing without goodbye or wail

But I know that the owl will be back
When there's further bad news to announce
I wish somebody would keep track
Of its appearances 'n' be ready to bounce
On that stupid bird with a flour sack
To teach it a lesson on how to pronounce
Some good news for once instead of their lack
That's why I don't trust it, never did, an ounce
Bring some good news ya bastard, will ya 'eck

Weather; Bleeping Brit Weather

If you live in England you will know
That Weather could very well blow
Your hat off your head and make you bow
Until you gasp for breath and vow
To take the first flight out of this cow
Of a country where the sun's low

Happened to me one weekend
We marched in a storm no end
Icy gusts whipping us front and end
Winds howling in our ears you understand
We were after hot tea, scones with jam and
Clotted cream, courtesy of The Orchard land

On the way back there was hail
And snow and rain and joggers trail
Still we marched and marched without fail
Our bare faces pushing againt the gale
Our skins looking all colours but pale
We wanted to get home and check email
We knew it would be foolish to rail
For Weather would only laugh not quail