Frozen Sky

The cold north wind they call La Freeze

Is playing havoc with my knees,

O.B.’s is causing damage to my liver.

I wish I had a hot latte

To try and get this cold away,

‘Cause winter’s here and summer’s fokken over.

And even the power has packed up and gone,

So it’s full panties, not a thong,

And bar heaters are such a con; I have to cry,

I’ve got such freezing thighs

But thermal undies warm me through the night,

I swear it’s true – I think the end is nigh,

Curry here, curry now, oh for some yummy Thai

But all I am eating is cold cottage pie...

with deep apologies to Chris de Burgh (Lonely Sky)