Ode to the Bright Summer

Ode to the Bright Summer

A Sonnet by Anon

My Bright Summer, you inspire me to write.

How I love the way you hide, hunt and look,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the commonplace book.

Let me compare you to a wrong buffoon?

You are more silly, horrible and wild.

Live sun heats the deadpan peaches of June,

And summertime has the alive male child.

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

I love your chilly feet, hands and eyebrows.

Thinking of your lifelong hands fills my days.

My love for you is the lovely snowplows.

Now I must away with an active heart,

Remember my main words whilst we're apart.

Auto Praise for Ode to the Bright Summer

"Never have I felt so moved by a Bright Summer. Thank you Anon!"

- The Daily Tale

"Look, you might think 'snowplows' is a good rhyme for 'eyebrows', but frankly I couldn't make head nor tale of what you were trying to say."

- Enid Kibbler

"The author is so talented that I really feel the love for the object of the poem's chilly feet, hands and eyebrows."

- Hit the Spoof

"The iambic pentameter almost works!"

- Zob Gloop

"Not even Shakespeare himself would be bold enough to use a simile like 'a wrong buffoon' - wow!"

- Betty Borison