26 July 2012
I'm blazing on fire,
With deepest desire,
To hide in a mountain of snow,
With coffee in hand,
And cat on the table,
This Summer deals power packed blows,
I'm taking a break,
From shearing the hedges,
With blunt, rusted scissors galore,
But, soon it's back out,
To continue the task,
Don't think I can do any more,
I'll finish the garden,
And then it's the shops,
To buy a cold bottle of beer,
No I will not get drunk,
And I won't get hung over,
Just need a dry liquified cheer,
The sky is bright blue,
And the breeze very silent,
What's happened to our English weather?
I think I'll collapse soon,
In front of the fan,
You could knock me down with just a feather.
Quick Break • Opuss № I