Steven Harris


I Hate The Sun


I hate the sun
i hate having to be told to sit in the
garden and melt
i hate these sweaty clammy days
the heat is everywhere
smashing down upon my head
all i want to do is go inside the house
and cool off
and watch some t.v, eat cheese and drink
a nice ice cold cider
but i can't
i'm forced to sit outside under the big ball of
fire in the sky
this isn't weather it's hell on earth
too much heat and no shade
burning my skin from the inside
turning me into a giant pink tomato
nothing smooth or cool to drink either
just crap beer from the corner shop
i hate this weather
i hate the sun
and i hate the sweet smelling garden
with all the roses and sun flowers in.

Submitted: Sunday, July 07, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
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