Katie

Its a bilious day
As the clouds fly away
To the roar and the blow
To the fences that go
Dustbin lids walls
Its one of those squalls
Vicious ambitious
Where everything falls

Flat on its face
Lost without trace
Throwing the waves
All over the place
And what do the weather boys
Call it KATIE
A joyful wee lass
Who wants to feel free

For me they are wet
Ladies deserve
Much more respect
And lots more reserve
The nerve of the weathermen
Calling a storm
Katie I ask you
How can I warm

To them they are arses
Who clearly can’t feel
The care for a lady
Whose wish to conceal
Her ardour her passion
Her spontaneity
With this ugly manifestation
no to KATIE