Now I'm Really Sick of Winter!

Now I am really sick of winter. Sheets of rain today.
Just been out for shopping and was damn near blown away.

Midday and the heat’s on, and the bloody light’s on too.
It’s costing us all fortunes, but what else can we do?

The trees they are a bending, battered by this storm force gale.
I’m sick of all this water; sick of snow and sleet and hail.

Now I am really sick of winter and the bloody pounding rain.
It gave me a thorough drenching and I’m not going out again.

Sick of having fingers, like Captain Birdseye’s, kept on ice.
Lounging on a sun-drenched beach, now that would be real nice.

Sick for the flood victims, the deluge slashing at an angle.
Sick of a useless government who let the poor sods dangle.

Now I am really sick of winter, with its bleak depression.
Not at all happy, fair to say, if I’ve not given that impression.

The wind it’s a howling banshee, skies as miserable as hell.
I am sick of this effing winter! CAN EVERYBODY TELL?