Our country has been hit by the worst November snow for seventeen years and it’s freezing out there.

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It’s only November and it’s glacial outside.
The snow’s falling heavily and won’t be denied.
The whole of Great Britain is in the throes of a freeze
And the icy conditions we cannot appease.
Our little back garden is a picturesque scene,
The virgin white snow no human has seen.
The last blooms of summer droop under the weight
Of the deluge of snow which has fallen of late.

A frog and an owl both made out of stone
Peek out from their blanket at whiteness unknown.
The little garden gnome looks quite alarmed
The snow does nothing to make him feel charmed.
A gull calls out from a rooftop close by
It’s a wonder that in snow he even can fly,
And out in the street children gleefully play
With shrieks of delight as they’re pulled on their sleigh.

I do like the snow when I’m all snug and warm
Sitting by the coal fire away from the storm,
But tomorrow I have so many things I must do
And if I can’t get out I will be in a stew.
I’ve promises to keep and people to see
And a visit to my sons for a shopping spree.
I do hope the weather will soon take a break
And clear up overnight so my trip I can take.
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Christine Ramsay 30.11.10
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