Bid farewell to winter’s endless gloom,

and celebrate the removal of our boom.

Spring has arrived not a second too late,

to drive out the snow that we all hate.

The earth awakens from its annual freeze,

to catch the warm, gentle breeze.

Then, at last, summer is here,

undoubtedly our favorite season of the year.

Summer means thick, green trees,

And wasps, hornets, bumblebees!

White sand beaches,

And blood sucking leaches.

Playful kites,

And hot, sleepless nights.

Corvettes, Ferraris and Lamborghinis,

And fat ladies in string bikinis.

Marco-polo, water balloon fights,

And itchy, red mosquito bites.

Summer? What’s the hurry?

Perhaps we should keep the boom for one more flurry.