Cold June’s barometer;
Showy, self important diva,
Two dawns past glamorous heyday.
Bought down by heavy rain,
She seeks attention by flinging
Gaudy nail-varnish blossoms
To the floor like an
They won’t allow you, tomorrow,
To be what you enjoyed being yesterday.
Haven’t you heard: anonymous suits
And grey noddies are creating
The evidence to prevent it.