I Want People to Share Their Poetry
So. July's been thrust upon us with the hope of summer's sun.
And people flock to beaches in the hope of having fun.
They'll dig out all the summer gear they stored up in the attic.
Load up the car,gas it up, then sit for hours in traffic !
Having reached their destination. Dirty, tired and short tempered.
They'll wander round for 13 days complaining that it's not as good as they remembered!
They'll spend their hard earned money on treats they'll say is nice.
Then moan like miserable buggers saying everything's overpriced !
Then, assuming there IS sunshine. Doubtless they'll get burned. And whilst applying after sun they'll question why they yearned. For such a stupid way to waste so much when they could have stayed at home!!
And people flock to beaches in the hope of having fun.
They'll dig out all the summer gear they stored up in the attic.
Load up the car,gas it up, then sit for hours in traffic !
Having reached their destination. Dirty, tired and short tempered.
They'll wander round for 13 days complaining that it's not as good as they remembered!
They'll spend their hard earned money on treats they'll say is nice.
Then moan like miserable buggers saying everything's overpriced !
Then, assuming there IS sunshine. Doubtless they'll get burned. And whilst applying after sun they'll question why they yearned. For such a stupid way to waste so much when they could have stayed at home!!
56-60, M
