The Weathered Retort
Grey, and more grey, and it's here to stay
And what is a wintry shower anyway?
Is it rain, is it snow? Does anyone know?
There's meant to be daylight; where did that go?
There's a sheen on the street that'll cover your feet
And the clouds have all joined to form one massive sheet
The grass has blown flat, and the gale that's done that
Is the reason that fella is chasing his hat
If the wind won't rescind then the day will be binned
For it'll get in your coat and make you feel skinned
And it's quite a safe bet, though it's not raining yet
You'll curse that umbrella you always forget
That's the weather today here in the UK
It's damp and it's cold, and it's terminally grey
So please wrap up warm in case things go to form
And Mr. Fish misses the incoming storm...