British Summer Sunshine

by Monim Wains

Finally! My window was bright!
My room was filled with glowing light!

After months of grey and cloudiness wet,
A t-shirt and shorts were a decent bet.

So out I came smiling with glee,
Everyone blinking and squinting to see.

I saw that tourists had filled up the town
And the river had punts all the way down.

Good idea, what could be more fun
Than floating down the river bathing in the sun?

Soon enough, then, I got to first in line,
For sure, the next punt was going to be mine!

They told me how to hold it,
‘Pull down as you sit’.

‘I know the drill’, I said,
Standing on the riverbed.

They could tell that as well,
I had experience they could smell.

So off I went with a mighty push,
Skilfully dodging every little bush.

But no sooner was it too far to turn back
That the sky took a turn fading to black.

It was the rain they could smell –
The sunshine was only a spell.

The Poor Print

Established in 2013, The Poor Print is the student-run newspaper of Oriel College, Oxford. Written by members of the JCR, MCR, SCR and staff, new issues are published fortnightly during term. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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