In The Bleak Mid-Winter

A little bit of weather inspired fun.

In the bleak mid winter
I thought I’d have a moan
For the roads stand hard as iron
And an ice rink we now own.
Snow has laid its blanket
The roads are far from safe
In the bleak mid winter
Kent’s only fit for skates.

Despite the council’s provision
Of grit to scatter about
The roads are all still lethal
And no one’s getting out.
If they had been wise men
A few ploughs they would own
And all us Kentish residents
Would have no need to moan.


So come on council members
While winters come to reign
Do your bit for safety
Until we’re blessed with rain.
In the bleak mid winter
Don’t leave us up the spout
Get your skates on pronto
Or we’ll need digging out.