Let us discuss our weather, <br />For it's what we English do, <br />Sometimes it pours, hell for leather, <br />And sometimes the sky is blue. <br /> <br />It is forever changing, <br />The forecast can be dire, <br />And temperatures can be ranging, <br />From cold to hot as fire. <br /> <br />We moan, when it is sizzling, <br />We moan, when it's cold and raw, <br />We moan, when it is drizzling, <br />And when it's snowing, even more. <br /> <br />It is our favourite subject, <br />Talked of from morn till night, <br />We never know what to expect, <br />Whether Centigrade or Fahrenheit. <br /> <br />With winds that blow and bluster, <br />And snow that can coat the ground, <br />Blizzards too, which will muster <br />In drifts. Then all becomes snowbound. <br /> <br />It's a great topic that is easy, <br />When getting a conversation to start, <br />One can talk about stormy or breezy, <br />Then go on to a real heart to heart. <br /> <br />Let us discuss the weather, <br />For it's what we English do, <br />It puts us at the end of our tether, <br />Yet it's something we have to pursue. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-favourite-subject/
