No clouds in the sky, unusual for May
It's usually raining, here in the U.K.
And I hate the heat, and it seems it hates me
Leaving it's sore spots on exposed parts of me
A blister or two on my large derriere
I wonder how sunshine had found it's way there
I didn't think lying there in my underpants
Would let the suns rays get inside there and dance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A blister or two on my large derriere I wonder how sunshine had found it's way there..Weather changes time to time even out of our expectation. You have expressed brilliant humor in this poem.