The Third Day of Summer
Would you like to swap places?
3rd Day of Summer
Living on the bottom of the world
Means that this is the 3rd day of Summer
While most of you are pulling on your woollen beanies
And wrapping your scarves tightly around
Marvelling at the sparkling lights at pitch dark 5pm
I’m slick with sunscreen
And puffing around the holiday shops
Where tiny bikinis hang next to tinsel
And that elf on the shelf
Eternally grateful for the soothing wave
Of aircon.
I’m sorry but no matter how long I live here, wonderful though it is
Christmas isn’t Christmas
Just three days after the longest day!
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Gillian Lesley Scott
Scots born Australian. Tales of being human. Despite aiming for the highest good of all, not always successful
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Lovely!!!💕😊💖💕
Great poem. Being Canadian, I can't imagine a hot weather Christmas. I'll be ready to go come January, though. lol
Excellent words , enjoyed this