Why the Sun Works To Rule
At 10 A.M on Friday 13th July
The Sun emerged from a cloud.
After five minutes shining bright thought,
'Sod this, I'm going back to bed. right now'
The Weather King called up Rain
But only got an answer phone.
Thor the God of thunder, was sick in bed.
An accident with a hammer it was thought.
Try as he might, the Weather King
Could not find someone to replace
The stubborn immovable Sun.
Who was now working to rule.
A better deal was his demand.
It was agreed for shorter hours
And if Sun was late rising
Overcast would cover the time.
Longer holidays was also agreed.
Fourty-eight to fifty weeks per year.
So if you want to see Summer Sun.
Don't blink when looking in England,
Because he might not be there.
Copyright © Ken Duddle | Year Posted 2012
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