Welcome Summer

                                   (Contributed by the Office Boy)

The spring has been backward and clammy and cold,

     My poetical stream wouldn’t flow;

No steam in the office for over a month

     My muse has went awfully slow.

My girl has wondered why didn’t I write

     A sonnet, or “lines to her eyes”;

But how can a fellow write love poems when

     The office is chilly like ice?

But now gentle summer has trippled this way,

     She has come with a welcoming smile;

When the boss ain’t around I feel I could write

     Love poetry all of the while.

So here is to summer, the joyness she brings,

     And here is a “sonnet to Mayme”;

My bosom is busting with beautiful bloom,

     For summer, sweet summer has came!

June 21, ‘09