Summer, a poem


I’m hot and sweaty, that’s attractive

There’s no school so that may be a plus

Who are you kidding, you’re bored and you know it

Are you going to go to the pool and get sunburn for the 50th time?

Keep pretending you like when it’s 100 degrees outside

You don’t, we don’t have to lie to each other

You want it to be fall so you can secretly drink a Pumpkin Spice Latte

I won’t tell

Anyway, back to Summer

It’s better than Spring I guess

Shorts, Ice Cream, other chilled items

I kind of gave up on this halfway through

Just like I did with this season

-Mara Sydnor, Staff Member