Written April 2010. This is England. You'll have to live with the cricket reference!
At last! Spring has sprung
The washing is hung
It's so good to be back outside
The blossom is showing
And lawns need mowing
After everything had died
From under your feet
To out in the street
The kids are all kicking a ball
Yet some people slump
Splayed out on their rump
Couch potatoes still do sod all
At noon it is warm
And there's no sudden storm
In three months we'll be at the beach
But let's not get silly
The evenings are chilly
Yep, summer is still out of reach
When winter is done
At the first sign of sun
Shorts and vests some folk'll don
But I tell ya what
It just isn't that hot
What planet are these people on?
With holidays booked
Our budgets are cooked
As we all dream of sand, sea and surf
It's the season for cricket
When they step to that wicket
It'll pour down for all that it's worth!
