It is reported that the New Year fireworks in London were a poor show as the wind was too low to disperse the smoke.
A lot of people like to go,
And watch the pyrotechnic show,
In London where on New Year’s Eve,
The crowds there make the city heave.
In former years the show was great,
And well worth several hours wait,
But the wind this year was too calm,
And robbed the display of its charm.
The smoke produced would not disperse,
And then to make the matters worse,
It drifted over to the crowd,
To whom the Mayor before had vowed,
That they would see the best display,
They’d ever seen before that day.
He’d said it all with good intent,
But then the London weather went,
And mostly messed the whole thing up,
So folk thought they’d been sold a pup.
It wasn’t practical to say,
As they had done back on D-Day,
That though for weather they might pray,
There would now be a short delay.
Back then the Germans had to wait,
To be surprised a later date,
But London crowds were not so kind,
When they were asked, “Would they not mind …”
So maybe this year was a flop,
Some other city out on top,
But London will not be outdone,
Come twenty, maybe twenty-one.