True Grit

True Grit

A Poem by matelotrod
"

Just an early warning to our local councils

"
True Grit.
Every time a snow flake falls on England's pleasant land,
Spreading salt upon the highways should be a positive demand
It isn't rocket science, snow and ice respond to salt
But dither for a moment and England will grind to a halt.

It's the same story every winter we get caught upon the hop
I am not the only person who says this practice has to stop
It's not for lack of warnings, our forecasters are supreme
It appears that it's local councils who are living in a dream.

We assume our taxes will provide for everyday improvements
Why should a little fall of snow restrict our basic movements?
Take charge councils, get a grip, create inclement weather rules
We've had enough of closed highways and also closed down schools.

Are we the only country that is stumped when winter calls?
Brought unceremoniously to our knees when a tiny snowflake falls?
Britain is made of sterner stuff we're going to have to learn to cope
For it's an ignominious position to be on the “Slippery slope”

Rod Broomham.(c)


© matelotrod - all rights reserved

© 2017 matelotrod


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

97 Views
Added on November 27, 2017
Last Updated on November 27, 2017

Author

matelotrod
matelotrod

Norwich, Norfolk, United Kingdom



About
Ex Royal navy and Merchant Navy now retired and pushing eighty. Prefer humour in my poetry but maybe it's only me that finds it funny! more..

Writing