HOW SPIFFINGLY PUT

The slender built lady looked surprised

Her eyes

Opened wide

There was no attempt to hide

Her joy of learning a new word

Had she heard

Right?

I told her the weather through the night

And as we spoke was a tad inclement

A gentle description from yesteryear

Which is meant to bring a tear

Of joy...

Not annoy

As 'tis pissing down'

Does...

And therefore a frown

Comes to yer mush

But my phrase does create a rush

Of blood to your face too

It's true

But of a positive type

No gripe

Just a subtle future hint

That the sun will glint

Again

Upon our window pain

When the rain has passed....

So how spiffingingly put to ensure no negative feel will last

PHILIP JEREMY WILSON

Written 24th October in The Gaiety Bar, The Golden Eagle, The Poetry Factory and my Mum's.

An exploration in the positivity of old English phrases against modern doom and gloom weather assessments.