“Please Mrs. Season”

Can somebody please let Mrs. Season know it is summertime now
does she think it is November ?
has she got mixed up somehow?

As she constantly pours raindrops down from the sodden sky
Perhaps she is in a state of confusion
Is this the reason why ?

I am beginning to wonder
shall we see the sizzling sun again ?
It won’t be long until the Autumn comes
yet all it ever does is rain

Please Mrs. Mother Nature
I don’t want to appear rude
but ‘Crikey Moses’
this spell of sickening saturation
isn’t at all very good

My garden lawn if flooded,
my hanging basket’s looking worse for wear
I purchased my summer flowers
& planted them with care

Alas, Mrs. Weather woman
your heavenly hose pipe is on the blink
you should organise a plumber man
he could veer the cloud bursts to your sink

I plead with you Mrs. Elements
erase those cumulus clouds in your sky
Position Mr Sunshine up there
& beam warmth down to dry