A poem of summer
The weather outside is delightful
And my sunburn is frightful
As long as I lay down low
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn
The heat is slowly climbing
And my dear, I’m still rhyming
As long as I lay down low
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn
When I finally come inside
How I hate leaving the heat
But if I take a shower and nap
I’ll be happy for more
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