Summer is Messy

A short poem

Photo by Aleksandr Eremin on Unsplash

Summer is messy,

You know what I mean.

Full of entanglements,

Yet sunny and green.

The hotter the weather,

The more active we are.

BBQs, parties

And road trips afar.

Laying on beaches,

Lotion slapped on our backs.

And as we get older,

The clearer are our cracks.

Sewers start stinking,

And insects drop in our food.

As we eat outside then

Skinny dip and act crude.

Late night parties

Fill gardens with drunks.

Wildlife comes calling,

Thought not usually skunks.

Salads are brimming

In bowls of fine glass.

Teenagers roll around

In the freshly cut grass.

People are tiring

Of the moist, sweaty days.

Yet we all worship summer

Like a trendy new craze.