Doggerel upon unseasonably cold weather in Adelaide
It's so fucking cold, that I feel like a penguin,
My arse is half froz, and I'm not very sanguine,
For though I love Winter and rain and hail and mist
It's s'posed to be Spring, yet we're all still frost-kiss'd!
And, speaking of penguins in their dear little tuxes,
Is the weather so weird that they're all saying fuckses?
Is it so hot it's melting in the deep south below?
Are they all using sunblock and praying for snow?
Or is there a sweet softness 'neath their dear little feet,
As they balance their eggses and trudge through the sleet?
And are they now exclaiming "Oh my dear, just feel this!
For the snow feels quite warm, on my feet it is bliss!
I can feel my dear Maisie, she is hurrying back,
With a crop full of mack'rel, for our baby a snack,
But the ice is a-melting, she has not far to go
And I'll soon be a-feeding 'yond the furthest ice-floe!"
Well, the weather is weird and the weather is scary
It's floods, drought, dust or wind, or it's SOMETHING quite lairy,
And dear old Mother Earth, well she smiles and sits back,
"You forgot all about me, so I'm dealing a smack."
