By Parson Thru
It was beginning to get dark before the day was properly in is stride.
The evenings of unprecedented sunshine had been stolen.
Denim began to creep down previously naked legs.
It was getting near time to wash the only good jumper.
Rain fell lifelessly from a cool sky.
I realised I hadn’t seen a swallow for…
Just then, up went the cry:
“Summer’s fucked! Let’s head South!”
Wait for me!