I decided to write about the British Summer in four limericks here.
Because it is a joke.
(If you're British You'll know what I mean)
Enjoy!
The sun's shining bright
Our big burning ball of light
Opportunity's thin
This is a rare thing
Today barbecue; then party tonight
Go shopping for food and fuel
Pushing and shoving; a duel
Those fresh sausages are mine
You can have those there in brine
Get to the tinned aisle you idiot fool
Now it's time to pick up the booze
This is a fight, a race I can't lose
Nobody's willing to share
When the shelves are near bare
Glad I'm wearing my running shoes
Back at home at long last
It seemed ages but was fast
I've got a pain in my brain
Through the window I see rain
Summer's already a thing of the past
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