Sahara danced upon the roofs on sniffling, snuffling London town.
Piles of mess chucked all around.
Anyone fancy a cigarette?
Just puff on the choking smog,  will stuff your lungs a little more.
Makes your eyes itch , blood red *****.
Not a beach chair in sight, nor a flowing tide.
Come tomorrow the sand will die.
With the rain in will be washed away.
Wonder where will  it go!
(C) Livvi