Slimming for Summer
Summer is a-coming in
Hope by then that I am thin
Eating ice cream every day
Trying to keep the fat away
Salads here and salads there
Maybe I should munch a pear
Chocolate nuts and jellybeans
Will I ever fit my jeans?
Slumming for Simmer
Sumer is ycomen in,
Loude sing cuckou!
Groweth seed and bloweth meed,
And springth the wode now.
Ewe bleteth after lamb,
Loweth after calve cow,
Bulloc sterteth, bucke verteth,
Merye sing cuckou!
Wel singest thou cuckou:
Ne swik thou never now!
(You didn't think I was old
enough to write that!)
le fantome amical
A Day at the Beach
The child sat on the warm, white, sand,
Intent upon the job at hand;
With pail and shovel for his tools
He worked among the small tide pools.
And from his manner one could tell
That he was doing his job well.
With greatest care he tamped the sand
And shaped it with his little hands.
I stepped up close so I could see
Just what his small project might be.
And what I found was just a hole
That he had made, with great control.
He built up sand around the rim
And added marks to suit his whims.
I said, "why take such care, young man,
The tide will quickly wash the sand,"
He looked up then and said to me,
"I want the best hole there can be,
And I know it will wash away,
And cease to be after today.
But, although I'm the only one
Who'll see the hole when it is done,
I still just want to get it right,
Before the tide fills it tonight."
Down through the years I'd often find
That this young child would come to mind,
And be a standard to compare
With others who might then be there.
But, others often failed the test
Because the child had done his best:
He judged how good his work should be,
Before it was swept out to sea.
In rays of Summer
Celestial blue so light, with dawbs of fluffy white
A southern summer sky is such delight
Warmth soaking in each pore of skin
Praise for summer, where to begin?
(But I need a pair of shades for glare
And sunscreen for each bit that's bare!)
Summer is warmth
Summer is heat
It is a time
To air my feet
Restricted in socks
When it is cold
They get very smelly
My shoes turn to mould
I sprinkle in powder
It costs me a lot
When I take off my shoes
The heat has me beat
I have to retreat
Into a pool or shower
My clothes I'll shed
And tho'I turn red
Ill be nice and cool and how-a!
Summer is several months away.
Summer is probably when
Le fantôme's new notebook computer
Will be set-up -- it will be old then.
It's hotter than......
The blazing temp goes high
...reaching toward the cloudless sky.
It must be summer,
Unlesss within your reach
...the blue/green water of a beach.
A lovely place to sink your toes,
...and disolve away the summer woes.
THE SUMMER QUEEN
She has come - the Summer Queen,
Tripping o'er the fairy green
To the chiming of the Canterbury Bells.
With a shimmer and a glimmer the stately queen arrives
She inspects the many flowers and the busy beehives
To the tinkling of the Canterbury Bells.
And now the Summer Queen is prepared to take her leave,
The spider a travelling dress has begun to weave
To the music of the Canterbury Bells.
Summer is leaving - O dear! O dear!
Hark! Hark! What is that we hear?
Oh! The tolling of the Canterbury Bells.
Written by Slug Mother (now 80) when she was 15
The Summer Queen
I have a vague recollection of that.
Of course, I was 5 at the time.
Summer impressed and summer enthralled
By tuiris's poem sublime.
le fantôme amical
Summer is a time when friends
From far across the sea
Seem to moan and melt and groan
On ICQ to me!
While I have fingers dropping off
From awful circulation
And frigid air surrounding me
In this southern winter nation
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