Ode to Summer

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
When the mosquitos and flies get in the way;
With the sounds of Playstations beeping and pinging
And poison oak blisters itching and stinging.

When the sweat collects on the backs of the knees
And Lyme Disease ticks drop from the trees;
When cutting the grass is an every day chore,
And hours of traffic when you head to the shore.

When the beaches are crowded and the seagulls attack
And scratching like crazy at the sand in your crack.
Sunburn and peeling and Calamine lotion;
Red tide and needles come in from the ocean.

With endless reruns on every TV station
And gas costs too much to take a vacation.
When electric bills spiral out of control.
Ice cream starts melting upon hitting the bowl.

Bored kids complaining all 'round the clock.
Close the damn door! We're not cooling the block!
Trying to fit in your old bathing suit;
Don't bother with the bikini - that point is mute.

Braving the crowds at the public swimming pool;
Chlorinated water mixed with urine and drool.
Heat and humidity and 100 degree days;
Will somebody PLEASE refill the ice trays!?

Attempting to picnic under the trees;
Chasing down napkins and fighting off bees.
Some people love it, but I think it's a bummer;
Some call it hell, but I call it Summer.