380. Albion.

 

frost on the windscreen of the car

the coldest day this year by far

winter come to claim her crown

cuddle up, hunker down

those cheerful bastards wave & crow

“isn’t it lovely”, with a cheery glow

no it isn’t, it’s fucking grim

another six months of wintery dim

ice & drizzle & sleet a-blowin

to sunnier shores I’m bloody goin

and will I miss you ?

will I heck

bloody Britain –

feck, feck, feck.