Summer, summer — what’s the noise?
Light clothes and shirtless boys.
Pools are full, sunscreens on,
Straight hair! Makeup! All gone?
Ice cream melts before first lick,
Sweaty hands, the air feels thick.
Tea and coffee, I bid goodbye—
Orange juice prices reach sky.
Scorching heat makes minds go mad,
Don’t know why... we’re all just bad.
Power cuts and dripping taps,
No sleep and sweaty naps.
Ceiling fans spin round and round,
But no cool peace is ever found.
My room’s a cage of burning air,
The sun outside just doesn’t care.
Shoes melt into sticky roads,
Washing machines on overload.
No one’s sane, not even Mum—
She just fans herself and only hums.
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