For once no clouds with woolly fleeces
Sky paintbox-blue with buttered sun
Street fountains all switched on – such fun!
Bottled water flies off shelves
In such heat it sells and sells!
Beers are quaffed in ice cold glass
But chocolate shops see tourists pass...
On summer clothing there's a run
Shorts and sleeveless tops now come
On everybody's shopping list
As arms and legs are soon sun-kissed!
As we swelter under torrid skies
Our fragile northern skin soon fries
It's tropical – what joy! How rare!
The Ozzie sunhat gets some wear!
On the dark side, insects swarm
An arachnid army now the norm
Tough weeds crack our paving stones
And guess what? Endless traffic cones!
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
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