Sat in Club Med Aberbanc
We’re baked beyond Alaska,
In our room with two foot walls
It’s over twenty five degrees,
Across the hills pregnant clouds
Scud by day by day by day
Never birth one drop of rain
All our grass has turned to hay.
Lazy buzzards ride thermals
On high way above our plot
We melt here, it’s too damn hot,
We got the drizabone blues,
Sure got the drizabone blues,
Those drizabone blues again.
Harry Rogers, In The Red Bedroom, 25th July 2021.