By Ian Copestick

Earlier today, I
left the house
to do a bit of
It was bitterly
cold, on the
weather forecast
they'd said we
should get ready
for snow. It looked
as if they were
going to be right.

Now, at 4:30 in the
afternoon, I've come
out wearing the
biggest, thickest,
winter overcoat I
own. I look an idiot.
I'm sweating like
mad,while everyone
walks past me in
just shorts, and

This is England for
you. There is a
reason why we are
known worldwide
for moaning about
the weather. There
may be other, there
must be other places
where you can get
snow, and a full-on,
ice cream eating,
summer's day, all
in one day.

But I've never heard
of them. 

Ian Lewis Copestick is a 48 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England. He has published 49 poems in 10 different e-zines including Anti-Heroin Chic, Outlaw Poetry, The Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa’s Kitchen, Synchronized Chaos, Under The Bleachers, Horror Sleaze Trash, and more.

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