Pure Delight And Fun Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

P-ure delight and fun
R-emain in fourteenth May;
I-t's a lovely morning,
N-o more mist on Sunday.
C-oal clouds don't gather,
E-vening chill is gone;
S-aturday dusk disappears,
S-unrise meets the dawn.

G-ray haze and fog
A-re both nowhere in sight;
B-eautiful beacon comes,
R-ising with shining light.
I-nclement clime has faded,
E-arly breeze shares the sun;
L-et your heart warmly enjoy pure delight and fun.