Bank holiday weekend is back again!
A week of sun soon turns to rain,
But still we endure the traffic jam,
Those English queues and orange cones,
To reach the beach, claim our strip of sand,
All wrapped in coats, to brave the wind
As bouncing boats bob with native beat,
Wind whipped waves,
Pile stinking seaweed all along the beach.
The cloudy skies release their rain
We celebrate Summer - gone again!
Can't take a swim, its just too wet,
Let's find the car, crawl home instead!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just wrote a poem about the British & submitted it today too. Its probably of a different thread than yours, but echoes a single truth about you [British]; you are psychologically united.