On Sighting A Sunny Day Poem by Matthew Holloway

On sighting a sunny day
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Mad dogs rove in the midday sun
they used to say the same of the English man
with global warming and it brings
this once green isle, now sees snow filled springs
a glimpse of fair weather a rarity to know
those long summers just an old story over-told
a promise of clear skies for one weekend
calls to break the cobwebs and open sheds
the smell of cut grass and bar-be-ques
please summer give us our day soon
t-shirts, shorts and walks to the park
the slightest of chills carried in winds
but nether the less its a sign of true spring
blue sky and a sun overhead, celebrate
catch the hour before its too late
this English isle shall be green again
pray for summer and spite the rain
for all what would this nation give
for mad dogs and English men
to rove in the midday sun