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by Peter Tranter


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  Silly Verse

  6. Boxing Clever.

  We thought we’d box clever

  With regard to the weather

  On which one can rarely rely,

  So we all went away in the middle of May

  Instead of the end of July.

  The consequence was

  Just in spite, or because,

  Of our premature trip to the sea,

  The sun rarely shone; when it did it was gone

  Before it could sunburn a pea!

  With vigilant eyes

  We scanned the grey skies

  In search of a small patch of blue,

  But all that we saw remained as before,

  No sign of the sun breaking through.

  With saddening heart

  We proposed to depart!

  (We’d packed up all our regalia,)

  For when all’s said and done

  If you want the sun,

  Emigrate to Australia.

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