Raining in summer cant be right
Surely they know its such a fright
To wake up to such a sight
Full of puddles and gloom
No picnics for me
No BBQ for free
Just TV, and may be some tea
Maybe tomorrow will be sunny and bright
I will check the forcast to see if I'm right
Great, some sun. Dam, im done, just relised,
Got work, Im stunned.
Where is that bloody summer sun, when i'm not at work, and want some fun.
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