Weather Poem by Robyn Chiswell

Bombs being dropped, no thought for what's below
Lives torn apart, refugees sent to and fro
Good gosh, some snow! How on earth will we cope?
Can't get into work, I live on a slope!
The country divided, leave or remain
Politicians with faces of distain
By golly, the weather, isn't it hot?
When it's like this I don't half sweat a lot!
The rich are too rich, the poor are too poor
Using foodbanks or caviar galore
But what about this rain, when will it go?
That's what you get living in Blighty you know
Everywhere you look, discrimination
Gender, race, sexual orientation
Can you believe it's cold in September?
Heating's on earlier than I remember
Plastic dominating space in the sea
Wildlife suffering from the debris
What glorious weather, bet it won't last
You can't ever trust the weather forecast!