C Richard Miles

Glummer Till Summer - Poem by C Richard Miles

Another tube strike, as rail transport workers
Think up more ways to make our Monday grim.
We moan and groan at all the things that irk us:
The winter weather; swingeing cuts that trim
The excess cash we had reserved for splurging
On too-expensive gifts for greedy kids
Who seem to take no notice as we're urging
Them all to cut down, since we're on the skids.
The forecasters have said that snow is coming
As Arctic winds are due, with snow and ice
That mean that trains and buses won't be running.
If I were you, I follow this advice:
It won't get better soon; it just gets glummer.
Give up the ghost and hibernate till summer!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 1, 2011

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