Britains Storm

O! Britain is battered With windy rainy tatters The Storm has arrived Its morning and just after five O! Dear, Helter- skelter, Helter-Skelter Here and there, they run for shelter From a series of windy belters Walking backwards is not healthier With winds of 80 miles per hour Florists hide displays of flowers Homes and caravans are evacuated And peoples moods are de-motivated O! Britain is battered With windy rainy tatters The Storm has arrived Its morning and just after five Britain’s beautiful underlying coasts Having nothing to boast about or toast Britain is worried about its working day But the weather itself has the last say And the sounds of the windy damage Is heard as it blows away all garbage O! Giddy Giddy, Brace yourselves O! Giddy Giddy, This is life itself The Storm has arrived It’s just after five and it’s amply alive! Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi