Oh how the wintry winds blow
Invading our summer plans
Telling us things we’d rather not know
They confuse us in the morning
As we pick and choose our wear
A collared shirt and jeans?
And with a knowing glance
They withdraw their tendrils
Snaking them to the country
Until humidity’s embrace
Drenches our T shirts
Stinks up our arm pits
Divides marriages
With cries of “BO!”
They laugh hahahaha
At these Australians’ cruel fates
Knowing they would much rather
Straight shots of sunlight
Dry roasting heat
A trip to Bondi
And a BBQ chicken to eat
L’Étranger 