(25th March 1943 / )

Our Favourite Subject

Let us discuss our weather,
For it's what we English do,
Sometimes it pours, hell for leather,
And sometimes the sky is blue.

It is forever changing,
The forecast can be dire,
And temperatures can be ranging,
From cold to hot as fire.

We moan, when it is sizzling,
We moan, when it's cold and raw,
We moan, when it is drizzling,
And when it's snowing, even more.

It is our favourite subject,
Talked of from morn till night,
We never know what to expect,
Whether Centigrade or Fahrenheit.

With winds that blow and bluster,
And snow that can coat the ground,
Blizzards too, which will muster
In drifts. Then all becomes snowbound.

It's a great topic that is easy,
When getting a conversation to start,
One can talk about stormy or breezy,
Then go on to a real heart to heart.

Let us discuss the weather,
For it's what we English do,
It puts us at the end of our tether,
Yet it's something we have to pursue.

© Ernestine Northover

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Comments (7)

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A comprehensive and humorous take on the subject, Ernestine! Very enjoyable and oh so true, the comaraderie that is engendered anywhere in England when the weather takes a turn! Thank you for the reminder, and much love to you for the smiles you give us! Esther : ]
This is a poetic Ph.D. on English addiction to weather. Colourful vocabulary with an enticing sense of humour. No wonder we are Ernestine-bound. Very beautiful. Susie xxx.
Dear Ernestine this is so true When will we see the beauty in every season We moan, when it is sizzling, We moan, when it's cold and raw, We moan, when it is drizzling, And when it's snowing, even more. Something to be gained from each Thankyou Ernestine this was yet another one of your greats Love duncan XXX
In Scotland it is pointless to discuss the weather as it changes before you can finish what you want to say. Great poem Ernestine Sid John xx
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