Beth writes

Tag: English

  • English mad dogs- a poem

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    In summer, many Brits head outside

    All happy, playing, and feeling alive,

    While some, like me, choose to hide

    In shade when sun is past 25.

    “I’m melting “ I cry, out in the heat,

    Needs more than water to fuel my thirst,

    While English mad dogs are lining the street,

    I have air con on till it’s past the worst.