Where has the summer sun gone?
Not here for sure, wither Babylon or, Ceylon?
Hidden, yet a million times larger than our planet,
The culprit, humid clouds, visitors, like those that hover over the Isle of Thanet.
Convection drawing up water from sea and streams,
A heady cistern poised to dump on optimistic summer dreams.
Mankind aims to put men on Mars and jumbos fly on the edge of space,
Please God, give a break to the human race,
Part the cumulo stratus, bring on the sun.
Giant fans or vacuum cleaners would do the trick and might be fun.
Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
This is really great. You have a talent for this here drabbling malarkey! Nice one.
Steve McBrevity over 6 years ago
When I read it back it reminded me of Ian Dury! Blockheads!!
Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
Oi-oi! Like the new name!