The winter invader returns to the gates
And lies sullenly outside, mocking us.
We stand by our radios, waiting for news.
We are besieged – another day of hope
More jack knifes, more blankets given out.
That was the M 25, and now, your views
This new war is all over the media
Like a white wave, it's pushed everything else out.
As usual, it is all about fault
We British like to belittle ourselves
Waggle our fingers, listen to “experts”.
We don't do snow. We don't have enough salt
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