362. Albion
a frosty windscreen on 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.