cold and wet, but there’s the rub    ..

       
       
       
       
       
don’t like the wind and the rain        
   and I scurry into the        
taxi        
  driver says, “where are we going, mate?”        
I reply, somewhere        
  sunny,        
     but no hurry, and I don’t mean to be funny,
           but perhaps on the way
we could stop at a pub      ..