Lush and light
and born in summer
blue and bright
thine eyes of slumber
in clover to be
of citrus and green
with luck of four
but only three.
To gather earth
to turn to fire
a sign that thou
art caught in ire.
From hurricanes
to shining days
The summer heat
and dying rays
The last of August dandelions
turn white and start to flit away
like the leaves turning gold
and warming the heart
of the one that falls deeply.
There's a party in the penthouse
where people come and go
admission is free and based on nothing
and if you go once, you'll never truly leave.
It's not hard to get in, but you won't be invited
Listen to my tale of woe
from the olden days
Sir Jack, he was a nobleman
who worked in all the trades.
The Queens, they all adored him
for he never missed croquet
the Kings called him for gin and rum
Half a turkey burger
add cheese
I want salad and fries
plus ketchup
and a cup of buttered noodles
because why should I have to choose
are you writing this down?
A drink, yes
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