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Bl###y British Spring.
Spring is in the air.
So they Bl###y say!
But i can tell you this,
the heatings on all day!
The days are really streching,
long nights are Bl###y done,
but what about the weather.
This isn"t springtime fun.
Not a daffodil to be seen,
snowdrops one or two,
but the grass is needing cut,
always that to Bl###y do!
Still snowing though it"s March.
It drives you Bl###y mad.
What has happened to the world
that it has gone so bad.
I think we need a vote.
Tell springtime what we think.
"Get your act together,
this weather Bl###y stinks"!
How about some warmth,
start off the tax year right.
Things are Bl###y bad enough
without a wind that bites!
Oh listen to our pleads,
hear the things we say.
Spring should be in March.
Not in Bl###y May!
But there is nothing we can do.
We have to make the most,
of Mother Natures way,
she is the Bl###y host!
But i will say good day.
This poem although planned,
is full of Bl###y swearwords,
and i think it will be banned!
