Sticky Summer

Sticky strawberries, muddy toes and waterballoons,
Mama covers me in loads of pink smelly sun goo.
Lemonade, trampolines, and rocks by the lake,
I’m covered in sand and a watermelon shake.
The sun is hot on my face and paints me with lines,
Crunchy chips in a bag and I say they’re all mine.
The swings are still hot but the slides I ride,
And the splashes of juice on my shirt have finally dried.
I run from big brother and his water gun and loud laugh,
Till fans swoosh, windows crack and I get my cool bath.
I’m tired and ready for my milk in a cup,
goodnight pink clouds I’ll see you again when I’m up.

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