Summer Rest in Winter.

By 4th November 2008December 9th, 2019No Comments

Stepping off the plane from the sun,
Teeth chattering away,
The lad in front exclaims a wild pun,
Wishing secretly we could stay.

From hot desert to freezing blighty,
Forever in winters chill,
The difference is not felt lightly,
Warm up! Arms revolving like a mill.

Can’t wait to see the lads down The Crown,
Drink till the last bell,
To laugh and wash away the frown,
Trying not to think of the return to hell.

Alex Roissetter

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