pspoetry Day 11 a sonnet

Summer is Coming

Shakespeare wrote about a summer’s day

He made it romantically sound

Like you could enjoy it any way

When sunshine did abound

But summer, to me, at least

Means sulky, way-too-hot weather

To suffer through a heated feast

While walking through the heather

So shall I enjoy the summer season

Afternoons that are too, too hot

Give me some rhyme or reason

To suffer too much sunshine, or not

I choose to stay inside the house

Air conditioned and fully doused.

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