A few more of my offerings:
British Weather Never Good
Clear blue skies
Hurts my eyes
Day of rain
I'm all wet
Day to forget
Now it's snow
So I'll freeze
Clouds up there
You don't know how
Much I despair
Today there is a general strike.
Folks could skive if they like,
Just simply don't go into work
Don't go in, don't be a jerk.
Sorry but a scab I guess I'll be,
'Cos with my job and life I'm happy.
Next one is about buskers on the train not the ones in the stations
I really hate musicians on the metro
I really wish that they would just go
Take a long walk off a short pier
Or in other words - disappear.
Another poem here I write
Doesn't matter day or night
These verses often do appear when
I have free time, paper and pen.
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a man my son.