Summer Stunner

I can't operate in this stupid heat, I see competitions but can't compete, sweating like an Olympian when in my seat, I call my friend Damian but his name is Pete. Sitting in the sun only makes me turn red, I wake four times a night in my bed, I can eat toast but I can't eat bread, I've got as much energy as those dead. Many people seem to fall in love with the summer, for me it's a number of months when I feel numb-er, when the summer ends they all think it's a bummer, but enough about that isn't this poem a stunner!! No I admit I don't think it is either, it's absolute rubbish said my mate called Peter, ER rhymes are simple and nothing's easier, the jokes not funny and it couldn't be sleazier.