March roared in like a lion,
and exited like a lamb.
Normal seasonal weather ended - Bam!
April showers
dried in the air.
Sunburns and Global Warming glare.
May flowers
cried thirstily for rain.
Their wish granted, swept down the drain.
Summer choked before appearing.
each grey and dreary dawn,
did bring a lush, green lawn.
April's record highs
driven from our mind
a monotonous chill on the temperature line.
Sunscreen leaking in a drawer
pools, no ripple broke.
We all hoped it was a joke.
To see if they had
Rip Van Winkled May to October,
some checked the calendar.
Summer oozed muddily
into a normal Fall.
Thankfully the Yankees were on the ball.
A memorable Summer,
except,
it wasn't.
(disclaimer: I know this is not written in an Ode form. The is for my husband, who does not understand poetry at all. He believes they all should rhyme. He asked me to write him an "ode" about our last summer. Hope you enjoyed!)
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