'Tis almost charming and a true delight
To feel, in summer, the mosquitoes bite.
And when the sluggish sun breaks its own crust,
The wind can teach you how to smoke some dust.
But when the air smells of somnolent bliss,
Any bee can give you its sweetest kiss.
When you are quite bored and you stifle yawns,
Spunky crickets trigger songs on the lawn.
Don't think to go for a refreshing swim!
Monday, July 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: home,summer time ,sun,swimming