The weather is quirky,
it's misty and murky
in June and July gloomy faces,
the seasons are jiggered,
who would have figured
that summer and winter'd change places.
We should be by the ocean,
lathering the lotion,
or in shorts grilling burgers outdoors,
but a cloudless blue sky
will soon fade and die
'cos summer's the season it pours.
The weather is nasty
like tax on a pasty,
cross fingers, we all need some luck,
and just when we reckon
some sunny days beckon,
it pisses it down, what the........
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