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