Summer.

Here’s a poem inspired by a *movie from my childhood, with a twist, to accommodate my lack of love for summer. You’re welcome.

Dear Summer,

I hate your sticking guts.

You make me sweat (which is worse than vommitting).

You’re scum between my toes (not really, that’s gross, but you still suck either way).

Love Ivan.

*Little Rascals.

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