a blink of sunshine and out he comes
sunburned belly, shoulders, bum
he marches to the mowers thrum
it’s a british summer
ear-splitting screeches, kids at play
take your dog and get it spayed
socks and sandals every day
it’s a british summer
prayers for autumn, comes to nought
wasps drank all the booze we bought
dodging showers is a sport
it’s a british summer
spend most of it in the pub
dining on reheated grub
give those nettle stings a rub
it’s a british summer
Grim's Tales 