Treasure Island

Jayne Davies

(5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)

Gosh It's Hot!


Great Britain is known for it's weather,
So a heatwave's a nice surprise,
The sun's shining grand,
Let's head for the sand,
To cherish the glorious sky.

With temperatures rising to thirty,
The barbecue's cooking away,
The sarnies are lovely,
With a nice glass of bubbly,
Lets relax and enjoy the day.

It's getting quite hot!
Find a nice shady spot,
It's even too warm for the flies!
One just flew past wearing speedos!
I couldn't believe my eyes!

Let's savour the sun for the moment,
Let's bask in its wonderful rays,
The rain will soon come,
Put an end to the fun!
Then we're back to those damp dreary days.

Submitted: Thursday, July 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 19, 2013

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