Why is the weather so warm and why do I have
to get up at dawn? To go to work, of course
To earn money to buy my food, or I would
starve and have nowhere to live, only on
the streets, but would that be neat, living
in a cardboard box? I don’t think so. But
what would I know and what would I care
As long as I’ve got a home to come back to
and I haven’t got the flu; who cares about
the weather being warm, I’ll just go out
and mow the lawn!
Poems By ken makepeace 