Tag Archives: weather

Street Par-tay!

What a lovely day

for a street par-tay,

celebrating seventy years of rain.

Hot and sweaty in the sunshine,

Hot and sweaty in the sunshine,

cool in the shade –

hot drinks, to warm us up;

to cool us, cold lemonade

Wet Wednesday week

Wet Wednesday week,

It’s raining buckets again –

buckets, I have lots.

The Sun fooled me, today (Siberian Breeze)

The Sun fooled me, today;

I went out in a T-shirt,

as if it was half-past May;

but, there was a bitter wind

coming across from old Siberia way,

and I began to freeze—

.

singing: Siberian Breeze,

Siberian Breeze,

cold as ice,

and I’m likely to freeze,

should have wrapped up well,

and as far as I can tell,

I’m freezing my wotsits off

in this Siberian Breeze.

Lief Zonatri

Lief was a family man

doing the best a Lief can

holding his loved ones so dear, so close;

but the bad weather came,

the winds were to blame,

and to every direction

Lief’s family fled –

he never knew their ultimate fates,

maybe on them

the worms now fed.

If the roof blew off my house… (recorded by voice to text on my iPhone)

If the roof blew off my house… (recorded by voice to text on my iPhone)

If the roof blew off my house

woodlice week mouse

Well I hope this I hold like a goose

Or make the sound that a moose would probably make

If the roof blew off my house would I meow like a cat

Would I squeal like a rat

Or would I soundLike a bat

If the roof blew off my house

Would I be Moni like a spouse

Or bony like a skeleton Bonnie

Who moans

—//—

If the roof blew off my house… (edited)

If the roof blew off my house…

Would I squeak like a mouse?

Would I honk just like a goose?

Or make the sound that a moose would probably make?

If the roof blew off my house

Would I meow like a cat?

Would I squeal like a rat?

Or would I sound like a bat?

If the roof blew off my house

Would I be moany like a spouse?

Or bony like a skeleton of bones?

If the roof blew off my house

woodlice week mouse

Well I hope this I hold like a goose

Or make the sound that a moose would probably make

If the roof blew off my house would I meow like a cat

Would I squeal like a rat

Or would I soundLike a bat

If the roof blew off my house

Would I be Moni like a spouse

Or bony like a skeleton Bonnie

Who moans

—//—

If the roof blew off my house… (edited)

If the roof blew off my house…

Would I squeak like a mouse?

Would I honk just like a goose?

Or make the sound that a moose would probably make?

If the roof blew off my house

Would I meow like a cat?

Would I squeal like a rat?

Or would I sound like a bat?

If the roof blew off my house

Would I be moany like a spouse?

Or bony like a skeleton of bones?

Tomorrow is Cancelled

Tomorrow (Friday)

is cancelled.

Bypass it

and wake up

Saturday.

Wake up

with storm Eunice

behind you,

and Storms Freya, Garibaldi,

Henry, Imogen, JellyRoll, et al

laying over a distant horizon.

Dudley, then Eunice,

then Alphabetised storms for ever more,

but that is then,

this is now:

Let Friday be gone,

and let begones be begones –

you know you want to.

“What did you say?”

So, what did you say?

What could I say?

Couldn’t you have said something like, ‘It always comes right in the end!’

I could have done. But, that’s not the sort of thing that I would say.

What is the sort of thing that you would say?

Well… I might mention the weather… or the— well, the weather, mainly. It’s easier.

It never rains, but it pours.

What?

It never rains, but it pours.

So you said – and I said, ‘What?’

It’s a proverb, based upon the weather, that implies when there is a problem there are lots of problems – or that the problem is ‘huge!’

Oh.

Why, ‘Oh’?

Well, it looks like it might rain later today.

So we’d better batten down the hatches.

If that’s the sort of thing that needs doing, why not do that?

I think I shall. Bye!

Bye.

Extremities

Extremities

My feet aren’t warm

my hands are cold,

a sign, they say,

of growing old;

my body heat

is such a treat

but at times

my extremities

feel like they freeze.

My feet get cold

and stay like ice,

and defrosting them

is never nice,

It hurts to thaw

to melt the floe;

but this is life

and age does show.

Extremities,

include my nose,

and that gets red

and I call it ‘doze!’

“Where is my Rainbow?”

We went out walking,

and we got wet;

then, the Sun came out,

and, yet…

I had to cry out

(It was almost a shout,

into the sky)

‘Where is my Rainbow?”

It wasn’t there…

why?