Postal order

The  tempest  loud is blowing
Soon it will be snowing
The birthday cards are late
One  my lover ate
We need some postal order in this land
The government is lacking
The thin ice it´s  a cracking
Amber Rudd is   weeping
The harvest  she is reaping
I have my own camcorder in my hand
They say the weather´ś odder
We are the  old gods fodder
Flu is running rings
The fat lady has rung
We need a wall and border  by the band