Summer
Summer?
What a wonderful time of year.
How can a person not like the sun?
Grumble and say, 'it's not that much fun.'
Why, summer is the best of the seasons.
Go on, and give me three reasons
why the best of the best
must be less than the rest.
See? You can't
and because of that I shan't
take this strange little answer
that summer is bad- oh right… cancer.
Okay, that's only one little reason
and I know it's all I asked to scrub the season
of its winning title,
but truly you need another look, to see I'm right
and these days of summer that we all cherish
won't turn to that which will make us perish
in our loneliness
as we all sit inside in darkness
cut only by the light
of my laptop, so bright.
Now I see,
I know I'm getting corny.
But think about it subjectively
what other season is more… fun?
No school. Free time.
What could be more sublime?
"We've got these days of summer
to remind us of each other."
Immortal words that could not be more true,
'cause as summer passes, I'll only think of you.
A/N: Meant to be read like slam poetry :) Written for the July event. (200)
