The Lovely Haze of Summer Days
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by
sylvia gray
What is this thing with summer
That people think so nice,
Why dont they forget the birds and bees
We always pay the price…..
With crying kids that fight all day
and barking bl**dy dogs
And people lighting bonfires
There most unrespectful s*ds
Me washing hanging on the line
All bleached and looking fine
Then up blows smoke like Indians….
They do it all the time.
And Old Joe blogs who lives next door
Who from him the neighbours steer
He loves to shout so at his wife
Because he dont have no beer…..
And all the cats that walk the streets
In my garden park their a*se
And doing what comes naturally
Just when I want to mow the grass.
And bl**dy workman shifting gravel
to make there driveway nice
I told them to skidaddle
Because the noise is deafening and aint nice.
And what about those ice cream vans
That tinkle all the day with lots of
Screaming children following in its way.
And lawnmowers grinding up the grass
And drills that make you cringe
Like scraping chalk on old blackboard
Our peaceful rights infringe…
I think I`ll shut my windows
as smoke is is coming in
And start dreaming of those cosy nights
That only winter can bring….
©sylvia gray
