Number 100. A Hot Summer and a White Christmas.

A Hot Summer and a White Christmas.

Cath and Rob put up their tent,

Stayed a week and then they went.

The sun came out just as they started,

And went back in when they departed.

Every day before they came,

For ages all we had was rain,

And, since they’ve gone home again,

The weather has been just the same.

For seven days we sat outside,

And sometimes in the shade we’d hide;

Now and then it was too hot,

But most days I would say was not.

Very pleasant it would be,

To use the hammock in the tree,

And in the evening barbeque,

And tell some silly stories too!

But now they’ve gone we’re back indoors;

It’s cold, the heating’s on of course.

It’s gloomy, overcast and damp,

No sun now, just electric lamps.

So that was summer, that was all,

And pretty soon the leaves will fall.

The rain will ease in time for frost

Though any chance of sun be lost.

But when we’re faced with winter gales,

We’ll do something that never fails;

At Christmas for a week we’ll go,

And stay with Cath, so it will snow!

© Stephen Saunders