Poetry

A few poems about summer. Mostly about ice cream. Just for you.

I.
It’s too hot to exercise, she said.
So she ate ice cream instead.
And watched Arrested Development.
Now she’s dead.

II.

No work Monday.
Ice cream.
Couch.
TV.

III.

Ice cream.
Sunshine.
Nap time.
Watermelon.
Summer.
Happy time.

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