Dark Poet

Oh, beautiful summer...
Beautiful, gorgeous summer...
How I love thee.
The scent of flowers,
the feeling of warm grass underneath my feet.
I rejoice in happiness and celebrate,
every little bud, every little flower, every straw of grass.

Oh, beautiful summer...
Beautiful, gorgeous summer...
How I despise thee.
The horrid stench of flowers,
The feeling of inescapable grass everywhere.
I sneeze my brain out and snuffle.
Every little bud, every little damned flower, not to mention all the horrid grass.