Summer Poem

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Actually, the summers here are often quite stifling

Unpredictable and moody

You get sick of them after a couple of hours

Especially when they suddenly become horribly weepy

And ruin your perfectly good laundry

And the nights are as bad as the days

Bloody insects everywhere, never letting you go to sleep

The humidity’s always so clingy and needy

God, I can’t stand a summer’s day.

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