Summer can be fun.
Doing something every day.
But sometimes there's no one,
To come out and play.
So far with my summer,
No day is the same.
Some times it's quite a bummer.
And sometimes it is lame.
The other times it's hot.
And other times it's great.
Summer's half way over.
And it came way too late.
School will start again.
And you'll make a whole new slate.
No comments:
Post a Comment