Britains Storm
O! Britain is battered
With windy rainy tatters
The Storm has arrived
Its morning and just after five
O! Dear, Helter- skelter, Helter-Skelter
Here and there, they run for shelter
From a series of windy belters
Walking backwards is not healthier
With winds of 80 miles per hour
Florists hide displays of flowers
Homes and caravans are evacuated
And peoples moods are de-motivated
O! Britain is battered
With windy rainy tatters
The Storm has arrived
Its morning and just after five
Britain’s beautiful underlying coasts
Having nothing to boast about or toast
Britain is worried about its working day
But the weather itself has the last say
And the sounds of the windy damage
Is heard as it blows away all garbage
O! Giddy Giddy, Brace yourselves
O! Giddy Giddy, This is life itself
The Storm has arrived
It’s just after five and it’s amply alive!
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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