Stranded In Crewe

That hot spell wasn’t here long but it was a scorcher. Not a sun lover myself but many people are so hence this poem.

They called it a heatwave

and yes it was very hot,

yet it only lasted a week

so that’s all we got.

But you struggled to sleep

sweating just lying in bed,

as the temperature soared

leaving your face bright red.

Pavements were roasting

tarmac was melting too,

and trains were halted

stranding passengers in Crewe.

Canines lay around panting

too warm to go for a run,

but beer gardens were packed

as drinkers supped ale in the sun.

People munched on salads

gulped down water instead of tea,

kids dived into paddling pools

or dipped their toes in the sea.

But let’s face reality though

us Brits can’t really handle the heat,

we’re more used to wind and rain

now that’s more up our street !