Monday, 31 August 2015


The August bank holiday
And it’s teeming down with rain
There’re rivers by the roadside
Gurgling down the drains

Each garden blade of grass
Is soaked with glistening drops
And you run the puddle gauntlet
When you go out to the shops

The freezer’s full of burgers
Salmon fillets and chicken wings
The fridge’s relish and coleslaw chocked
Along with other salad things

You wonder what you were thinking
When you had to go and say
Let’s all have a B-B-Q
On the August bank holiday

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