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.
A little lazier...
Perhaps a little more...
Seeing things a little hazier
And a smile... did I just adore?
And I drank... can I have a straw?
I wanna ask... but I wish not to speak
Maybe if I am to draw?
Another smile... for my fingers are weak
Have I listen enough?
This piece of music that was set on repeat
And I hear myself laugh
DO NOT MOVE... my mind do plead
And I begin to think... did I?
Simply nothing... simply without a thought
And I feel my strength returning... to hide
Did I just wanna think?... perhaps not
A little sleazier...
Only... to be a little more
How much more lazier?
Yet a smile... I do adore