Summer Has No Poetry
The mesquitoes are bitin'
My brothers are fightin'
And I'm mad.
The air is unusually hot
The wind is unusually not
And I'm sad.
My poetry has gone to the birds
My stories are just a bunch of words
And nobody really cares.
I usually write about blue skies
Or this unusually cute guy.
But this summer
Is a real bummer
And that is why.
School is about to begin
I think I'm going to take a swim.
Maybe if I put it off to the last minute
I won't have to begin it.
Shopping for school stuff is just fine
But doesn't take a lot of time.
Paper gives you cuts
School food rots your guts.
Pens leak ink.
Gym shoes stink.
At least I still have a couple of weeks.
So, now that I'm writing these, I hope that when you're reading my poetry that I actually think is good that you're not thinking, "Hmm, I don't see much difference..."