Summer
Summer market is crowded,
I shall not be found missing.
Nothing like withered leaves
Or disappearing winter birds
But angels in swimming trunks
Pressing men to praise the posh.
In the shinning summer sun,
I shall ignite my motorised Ferrari bike,
Take a cruising ride to the countryside;
Visiting the burgs , the gladiators' square,
And the tombs of the great that ever be.
I shall return in my outboard boat
With wine and flesh for bar-be-cue
And spread my mat by the river side
Upon the well trimmed bermuda grass.
You shall know me when I return;
Sweet Summer Sun shall be my tent.
Jan 4,2015.
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2015
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