Today's poem: My name is Mr Summer

Hi! there my name
Is Mr Summer

The guy who is a rose
Of all seasons

Bringing that ice cream
Clapping circus for you

Served in sunglasses and 
Sunroofs

Zooming out of you
A fashion and a dance

Slippers toast every walk
Kippers disco on barbecues
Volleyball smiling out hooray

What a sandy radio beach
With waves of fresh cold juice

Only the boss is sweating
Looking at a legal budget

Where wages fly
Like birds on holiday

But his wife shows a green rose
Don't be a silly winter thorn

Just date Mr Summer Lotion
Don't tap tan jealousy 

To rain
We are in love Mr Summer