My Humped Summer

My humped summer, you inspire me to write.

How I love the way you fly and slither,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the clear smither.

Let me compare you to a teary pie?

You are more yellow, gorgeous, and dreamy.

Old drought dries the bright picnics of July,

And summertime has the shiny mimi.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love your scaled eyelashes, smile and arms.

Thinking of your scaly smile fills my days.

My love for you is the scaly caches.

Now I must away with a pleasant heart,

Remember my subtle words whilst we're apart.