Remember in those long-gone winter days <br />When, wrapped in jumpers by the fireside, <br />We yearned for sunshine, blue sky and heat-haze <br />And deck chair semi-nude days sat outside? <br />Oh how we wished that it was baking hot <br />And thought of how much better we would feel <br />Eating salad in some picnic spot <br />Watching arms go brown and start to peel. <br />Well, now it's here, the heatwave of our dreams, <br />Worn out, lethargic, we sit in the shade - <br />This isn't heaven after all, it seems <br />As we, like memories we harboured, fade. <br />It's either blooming cold or blooming hot <br />And what we want is never what we've got!<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heatwave/
