I remember one fortnight in May,
Wall to wall sunshine every day, This I found hard to believe, As this weather flattered to deceive. Why should we show surprise,
Our norm is continual grey skies,
Summers days when cold winds blow,
Followed by rain, hail and snow. In our town which built the Cutty Sark,
Maybe it should have been Noah’s Ark,
How often has the River Leven been in flood?
Leaving shop floors covered in mud. Weather forecasters Dumb and Dumber,
Always promised is barbecue summer,
Sadly and with lasting regret,
We don’t enjoy barbecues in the wet. We should not find all this strange,
Green people tell us it’s climate change,
My question for the wise and sage,
How did we emerge from the Ice Age? Is it just money making schemes,
Can man control the gulf and jetstreams? No, my name is not Michael, I think weather climate moves in a cycle.