By Ian Copestick

Earlier today, I
left the house
to do a bit of
shopping.
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
T-shirts.

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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