Monday, March 13, 2017

Pesky Valentine

Overnight it’s summer again
No I mean overnight
We go from the 70’s to the 90’s
At the gym I overhear
A muscular middle-aged man
Shout to his friend over the lockers
How overcome he is every year
By the scent of the citrus flowers
How he would like to sleep out
Under his seven blossoming trees
4 orange 2 lemon 1 tangerine
He can’t describe it
It would be like paradise
If it weren’t for those
He says pesky mosquitoes

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