The End Of Summer

The end of the summer, it’s just about here.

No more fun picnics or nights filled with beer.

The warmth of each day, green leaves on the trees,

The cooler nights coming, we’ll  certainly freeze.

But the worst thing we know, it happens each year,

The snow will be falling, it’s our biggest fear.

It will come from the sky, all fluffy and white,

All those great days, they went with a fight.

So we’ll sit in the house, still thinking of summer,

The snow, the snow, I say! It’s all such a bummer!

Piling so high, I hate each of those flakes,

Hexagonol structures, oddly shaped cakes.

So winter continues, we have no defense,

Before we all know it, a new day will commence. 

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