Only ever a British tea time tale to confess,
With legs propped up quite near the chimney fire,
Our only source of tangible heat; that little burning pyre,
My preceding statement a hint to this tale whereof I speak,
Of warm sunny days that never came,
But never worry, oh boy, oh bother, winters here again.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC