Children playing in the fluffy white snow
Hey, wait a second, there is no snow!
Remember, this is Britain, and winter just means
Ice winds and rain clouds, and drug-smoking teens.
Snow falls in Canada, ice in New York.
The best you’ll get in England, is ICE cream (on a fork).
Moreover, I love Christmas, home in the UK,
For whilst our PM is still Mrs May,
Christmas is Christmas, and I like it that way.
Fie, fine — poetry maybe just isn’t for me? Maybe I should just stick with the traditional sarcastic-humour that seems to go down well with most of my readers. Still, it was worth a go, right?