Where is my blanket?

Where is my blanket,

I feel oh so cold.

Right to my bones,

Is it cos I am old?

It's the middle of May!

It should be sunny and bright,

Nice and warm,

Breezy and light.

It's raining hard,

The sky is so grey!

I want blue skies.

Please go away.

The heating is off,

Because Winter has gone.

But I'm so very tempted,

To switch it back on!

In just a few weeks,

Summer will be here,

But this awful weather,

Won't get better, I fear.

I'd go for a walk,

But don't want to get wet!

Those comfy old shoes,

They'll leak, I will bet!

So I'll sit on the sofa,

Cuppa held tight,

And pray for good weather,

With all of my might!