A mundane
Monday like all others
Yet this
one was special
Ripe and
red
“Beautiful
colour” she said
Cherries
were here
It was so
clear
Spring was
at an end
Summer was
round the bend
A tiresome
Tuesday like all others
A watch
mark I suddenly noticed
From cream
to olive
My first
tan
Calling sun
and sand
In my head
it was all planned
A weak
Wednesday like all others
Spotted; Mr
Softie van parked across the road
A sudden
feeling of unload
Cone in my
hand
Strawberries
and cream
Oh the
classic summer dream
A terrible
Thursday like all others
Radio plays
Will’s Summertime
A singular
tune
So apt for
this particular time
Not jiving
to it
Would be
the ultimate crime
A fantastic
Friday like all others
Glorious
summer time hours
Eight to
three
And then we
are free
Off to a
garden party
Barbeque,
whole and hearty
A sexy
Saturday
Out all day
Summer
dresses
In the mood
for girly tresses
Chilled
white
A longer
day and shorter night
Beautiful
sunlight
A Sunday to
be sluggish
Endless
conversations about rubbish
Laid on the
grass
Fill up
another glass
Game, set, and
match
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