British weather can be somewhat unpredictable.
|We’ve inherited and understand
the tolerance we must show,
to learn and love, appreciate,
British summer’s winter snow.
Sweet candy-floss and sand castles,
knotted hankies on our heads.
Swimming trunks and wellington boots,
umbrellas and sunbeds.
Howling gales, temperate storms,
another low-pressure trough;
that interrupts a cricket match
and washes our sun-cream off.
The Queen, it’s said, will take her tea
on a summer’s afternoon;
with waterproofs and lightning rods
for a summer’s day monsoon.
But we don’t care, we’ll risk it all,
for a glimpse of warm sunshine.
Because summer isn’t summer
without a crimson swimsuit line!