The heat, the sun, the smell of dead grass
Frying an egg on the sidewalk
The pool gets up to 90 degrees
And theres always sweat in my socks
Air conditioning is too expensive
And the fans dont work very well
Disneyland is always packed
When will it be over? No one can tell
The sun is always beating me
With its burning heat
I think ive got a sunburn
And I have itchy feet
Finally its almost over
And schools about to begin
And I stress not only about going back to school
But the fact I have to go through summer again















Comments
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woo woo.
And your poem is very, very funny! I liked it a lot.
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Feliz
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Feliz
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