Another poem about a Heatwave

We're in the middle of a wave of heat
When it all started it felt like a treat
But now we've had about a week without rain
everybody's starting to go quite insane.
Us Brits we can't handle the sunshine
if its out for too long you'll start to find
we start to complain and moan and whine
until there comes such a time
that it rains again
and releases us from the strain of the pain of having to complain about the
slow moving trains
tube like a sauna
dying flora and fauna
Ice cream stains
Wasp sting pains
the Bees and the Flies
the sun in my eyes
the sand in my wiches
mosquito bite itches
the posession of fans
sunburn and tans
overcrowded beaches
britain beseeches
you up there in control of the weather for the heatwave to end
(but please try and leave it nice for the weekend)
If we had wanted some sun and not lots of rain
We would not live in london, but move out to Spain.
(But long may it last anyhow...we've got to compain about something)