Its grey so grey the landscape doesn’t want to greet the day.

The sun has decided it doesn’t want to shine on us today.

It looks like the colour has been bleached from our world.

The trees look forlorn on this damp grey morn.

The lawns and greens are slowly turning into mud.

Global warming has failed we just get wetter, but not so cold.

Are the winters getting wetter, or am I just getting old?

Are the people getting grey, or just covered in mold?

Perhaps I should move to the Sahara, where the weather suits my clothes?

I live in the driest part of Britain, but the damp just aches my bones.

In the Sahara my UK pension would let me live well.

Perhaps that is the government’s plan starve the old out.

I hope the bastard’s burn in hell.