It’s hot!

It’s hot!

I know I shouldn’t moan
I should be happy with my lot,
But what are you supposed to do
When it’s so blooming hot?

I didn’t like the rain
I got stuck in all that snow.
But now the sun is shining
Everything’s aglow.

I’ve got sunburn on my ankles
Where I missed with the sun cream,
And I love a bit of sunshine
But this is quite extreme.

I’ve got ice cubes in the freezer
To try and cool me down,
And where I wore my glasses
I now look like a clown

My back is really sticky
Sweat runs from every pore,
my boobs are slowly steaming
and my feet are red and sore.

Don’t even mention sleeping
All I do is toss and turn,
Then roll over on my sore bits
And feel the afterburn.

But soon we will be moaning
that we are getting cold
and the roof has started leaking
and the wall’s covered in mould

So I’m trying to be grateful
and I’m sat with my ice pack,
because this is life in England
and the rain will soon be back.

Jan Millward©