About feeling so cold,
T'was a while ago,
It's getting quite old!
So now, I'm too hot!
The sun is now here.
I'd like to go out,
It's too warm though, I fear.
My head it is scorching,
Cos I've got blond hair.
I'm sweating and baking,
It's really not fair!
I cannot be pleased,
I'm British you see,
It's too hot or too cold,
Never just right for me!
Too wet or too dry
Too light or too dark!
Summer's light is too early,
I'm up with the lark!
In winter I'm tired,
Because sunlight is gone!
This chopping and changing,
Is really a con.
So I'll sit here and sweat,
Wanting coolness for me,
Then I'll moan it's too cold,
And make some hot tea!
This is great - I love your poems! So true of us Brits too!
ReplyDeleteThank you Katy :-)
DeleteThis made me chuckle, it's very apt and well written!
ReplyDeleteThank you. It is rather a British poem isn't it :-)
DeleteThis made me chuckle! Us Brits are never happy, eh? Must admit that I feel the cold a heck of a lot so I'm desperate for warmer weather, it's never too hot for me! x
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