When you experience the Summer
And it’s so hot that you say “Bummer”
I have a solution to your caper:
A fan made from some folded paper!
You can make your own cool Heaven
From a folded eight-and-a-half by eleven
That you swing repeatedly at your face
And hope you cause air to displace.
This air will make your sweat go poof
And you go from hot to cool, aloof.
Buy one now! They’re really nifty!
Or buy two for just $18.50!
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‘Twas 1:00 O’clock, so said my watch
But be it day or night
I could not tell, for in the sky
Was a full moon so bright.
Beside it in the starlight
A single star shone brighter;
It was the sun, and so begun
Our first three-month all-nighter.
In the East the sun did rise,
And in the West it sets,
But in the North it matters not
How late the daytime gets.
‘Twas in the Summer moonlight
That I saw the Summer sun,
And so it is both day and night
Until the Summer’s done.
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When in the Summer
Humid, hot,
You’re AC’s working…
Wait, it’s not.
You’re sweating, panting,
Hope has died,
Your thoughts have turned
To homicide…
My days are filled
With thoughts like these.
Can you believe
It’s 78 degrees?
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It’s a hot Summer day
In paradise.
The sunscreen is out
And the coffee’s on ice.
The sun’s glow is amber.
The birds casually glide.
It makes me so sad
There’s no TV outside.
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It’s a windy Autumn day
In the middle of July.
The wind blows piles of amber leaves
And I have to wonder why.
Perhaps the weather’s wardrobe
Is being washed today
And it has to wear replacement seasons
While its Summer is away.
Perhaps it’s due to climate change
And too little CO2.
If we all drive and pollute more
It’ll be warm like it’s supposed to.
And perhaps it’s just the way it is
And we should enjoy the cool.
Take some time for hiking
That might’ve been for the pool.
It’s a windy Autumn day,
But not per se a bummer.
It all depends upon how much
You love or hate the Summer.
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The leaves turn red
and orange and gold.
The days grow short,
The weather, cold.
School’s in session,
And a cool breeze
Stirs leafy ground
And furrows trees.
The Summer’s done,
But I’ll mail ya
Summer poems
From Australia.
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I’m finished with finals!
I’m finally done!
And now all the classrooms
Make way for the sun!
Exams are extinguished
And classes are passed.
The papers are written.
Summer’s here at long last!
Commitments are finished,
At least ’til the Fall.
What will I do?
How ’bout nothing at all?
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