Ode To a Summers Day
It's four thirty in the morning
Pidgeon's cooing, I'm still yawning
Bare feet the stairs I tread
Half asleep and fuzzy head
God! the sugars full of ants
Up my legs and in my pants
Slap! slap! with all my might
The more I slap the more they bite
Grab the broom sweep like hell
The air is blue with every yell
Then around my ear a drone
Blasted wasp wont leave alone
I say bugger off or death shall bring
He said up yours mate have tis sting
With throbbing hand to the garden fled
On lush green grass bare feet tread
Crap! ants black and red
And before another word is said
The pidgeon aims and hits my head
Hopping, jumping as blossoms fall
Nose runs, eyes water, hay fever makes a call
The sun it struck my skin turned red
The bites, the bumps, the stings all bled
That poet scoffed of a summers day
Did he dream the price to pay
Now the sun is high
The pidgeon shot and in a pie
The bed awaits the pillow glows
Sweetest dreams of winter snows
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