Spring sun, divine celestial orb on high
Oh bloody hell, am I sunburnt or what?
That’s typical British, to auto-fry
Soon as the sun comes out, coz diddly squat
Is what we usually get. It’s what we got
Last year, remember? Course you remember
That worst summer, that bummer, with a lot
Of floods and not much else. Hell, some summer.
So tops off lads while ye may, and simmer
Hey, look at those girls… oops! Nearly crashed. (Die
In agony caused by totty, tut tut…)
Of Californian glamour, a glimmer
I need to rest my happy tired eye,
And lie naked in double bed of sweat
Sun 11 May 2008
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