They say wind, rain and storming’s
The result of global warming,
Though, for the life of me,
I can’t see how;
With radiators blaring
And with all the layers I’m wearing,
I feel rather like
A bloated cow.
They said we’d have a scorcher,
But this Summer is cold torture,
If only they could get it
Right or wrong.
This so called scorching Summer
Has been a soggy “bummer,”
So I think I’ll skip the country