British Summertime

Here we go again
Momo rain
Drip drops demolishing the day
Nomo sun
Summer’s done
Never really started anyway
Grey and undead
In summer’s stead
Awash, we await fair weather
Yet, while brutish gales
And cold assails
As always, we suffer together.
Leave it to us
To quetch and cuss
The endless abuse from above
It defines us all
To embrace a squall
And to hate full, the thing that we love.

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