Give us next summer.
Bring it on early.
Serve it to us on a silver platter.
Edged with rosebuds.
All dressed up in ****** pastel pink.
May it please be garnished with the glow of sunshine's kiss.
Bring a change unseasonal.
Such ample bounds of bliss renewed.
Totally abnormal.

Instead of tumultuous wind and rain.
Introduce the sun again.
Let us shake hands with the foxes.
They who left their gloves behind in the park.
Digitalis you know, **,** ,**.
Christmas just gone.
Time for some fun.
And tickle the kittens.
Who discarded their mittens.
On butterfly bushes outside in front gardens.
Cherish the thought.
They'll be no more floods.
And food won't run short .
All the bad folk be caught.
******* with silly string.
Carried away by a roc on the wing.
To a land where the bees made loads of honey.
There was no need for money and people never got sick.
But then again, without pleasure or pain. I'd realise.
I'd shot myself straight through the foot.
If people weren't ill,
I wouldn't get paid.
I'd have to find another trade.
Don't know what.
My pen's all gone to ***.
Time to relax.
Potentially sleep.
Night night.
(c)LIVVI