National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Sunday, 17 July 2022

Its hot

 It's bloody hot in England
It really is quite rare
Other countries laugh at us
We're always hot! They share

But when it's hot in England
It's scarce, so we don't plan
No airconditioned homes
No wheezy ceiling fans

Our walls are brown and red
No whitewash on the walls
Our homes are built to keep the heat
When winters bring snowballs

We still all wore some layers
No fans were sold in shops
They complained that all the rain
would damage this year's crops

But now just three weeks later
Its warning amber, red
The hottest day this summer
Two days of red hot dread.

Our Summers are quite fickle
Our summers are quite bold
It was only just a week ago
 we complained that it was cold















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