Summer is that you??? (Summer poem #1)

The summer has been quite an experience and so I haven't had the opportunity to post much but since it is coming to an end, I thought now would be the perfect time to feed you folks a few summer poems - I hope you enjoy them all, here's the first one!

I would ask if that’s you Summer but I got the message.

You declared war when your troublesome flowers rose up

and invaded my line of vision,

when Mr. Sun forced me to run for protection,

constantly attacking my fridge

parched as hell,

had me endlessly seeking shade

just to escape his wicked spell,

you can tell him

he was a great delegate -

I got the message!

                                        

You’re horrible you know that?

I beg you every year to stay away

but either you’re just being devious

or you’ve gone deaf.

I told you last year

if you paid me a visit this year

then my allergies would as well,

but you came nonetheless.

This morning, I saw Mrs. Pollen

teaching her 100 daughters

to dance elegantly across my path,

laughing as though she was extremely proud

they’d left me distraught.

I just spoke to the concrete

even it’s gotten sick of your heat.

I know you’re not on good terms with Mr. Breeze

but tell him to get off his seat

and join you immediately

because this is just crazy.

I love the opportunity to see some new fashion

and visit some of your seasonal attractions,

but I’ll settle with whatever the TV has to offer.

And I’m grateful for the opportunity to hit the beach

but enough is enough,

I’ll consult my bathtub

for a luxury as such.

The noise from your fellow supporters,

enjoying the parks, their gardens - my street,  

is getting annoying,

I’ve heard enough talking.

I don’t care about your wonderful effects

every year they return and I’m still not impress,

you need to go, I tried telling you nicely

please don’t let me have to shout,

and ice cream prices has risen,

what’s that about?

I must admit though

you’re more exciting than your other siblings;

O.k maybe not Spring

she’s more sympathetic

and she actually listens,

maybe if you did Autumn wouldn’t choose to invade your parade.

The news said this is the hottest you’ve been in a decade,

you need to stop showing off,

there’s only so much blame global warming is willing to take

before it retaliates

and we all get a taste of its rage,

so Summer, go away,

just be nice and kindly walk away.

No, I’m kidding you can stay,

just go easy on us all, O.K?