Let’s get out of Europe
We can’t take the heat
It’s OK for a fortnight
But now it’s got us beat.
Stop it at the border
Keep the weather out
Too hot for the English
Not what we’re about.
Jet stream out of Europe
What’s it coming to?
Sweeps across the country
Who asked me and you?
Keep your foreign weather
Leave us well alone
We don’t want your sunshine
We prefer our own.
Bring us clouds and rain again
Chance of a good moan
Hateful British weather
That we can call our own.
Weather of our choosing
Give us back control
Foreign interference
Don’t want that at all.
I saw in the news here that Hyde Park grass was burnt to a crisp. Never in my life did I ever see it like that!
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Absolutely – we grow our own fruit and veg and are struggling to keep it alive – but this is also a satire about Brexit.
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Yes that didn’t get by me! I’ll be there in a few weeks so I’ll get the pulse!
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This did make me laugh (love the Brexit undertones)
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