It is burning in and out
Summer is sick, sucking my pot
The pool is filled, water sprouting high
Lemons are nil , everybody’s hands up.
There in the beach the sand is hot
That couple can’t sit neither stand and talk.
Old lady in that house, carrying water in interval
Peeping in, she is saving her roses , for her vicennial
The salon is full, surprised? That’s my new style
Time for cricket, don’t disturb me for a while
Summer isn’t harm, dad ordered stay at home
My friends are yelling off away,to alien lands,
With a lemonade ,jumped I on the pouch
He stood tall, 300 pages is this book that’s all
The yellow leaves still faded,
How much I tried my little plants died
Mid day movies, careless drives, cricket in the box
Sticky summer still ,Ended the day in the inox
Again awating the warm night.
Its burning in and out.