Poetry and Stuff

I'm not really one for poetry. I still don't think I'm particularly good with words, either. But wife says me good word guy, so I pretend and type stuff.

ANYWAY, I was looking through some assignments on the Yahoo! Contributor Network over the summer and decided to take on a simple "summertime" poem. I've never attempted to write a poem on my own outside of school, so I thought it might be fun. Since summer is now ending, and it is my least popular submission to Y!CN, I thought I'd drag it out here and increase my embarrassment.

If you don't know me or don't know me well enough, I'll unequivocally state it here: I really fuckin hate the summer. I hate beaches, I hate the heat, I hate sweating without doing any work, I hate mowing my lawn in the heat every week. If I'm in the sun for too long (15 minutes is usually too long) then I burn, and that burn itches for days, weeks. I hate being itchy more than I hate sweating. Summer combines both of those; it's an eternity of perpetual damp, itchy misery.

"What Good Is Summer, Anyway?" is my tribute to how much I really hate the summer. It may have some redeeming qualities, but you're going to have to read the poem to find out.

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