Good Bye Summer

                                           (A Sonnet by the Office Boy)

The summer it has come and went, no more

     The leaves upon the melancholy trees,

     Or grasses waving idly in the breeze.

Will be as green as they was green before,

Because old Autumn’s got around once more

     And is agoing to take his brush and paint

     Both red and brown now ev’rything what ain’t,

And spoil the flowerbeds and things like that,

And make us wear the derby hat.

O, summer, wouldst that thou couldst ever stay

That we couldst drink cold sodas ev’ry day,

     And go down to the beach once ev’ry week,

     And get a coat of tan on either cheek,

But autumn has to come and say, “nay, nay”.

Sept. 13, ‘09