Oh, I'm the Grinch of Summer, don't you see?
With each heatwave, I shout "Let me be!"
Mr. Sun, you're like a clingy ex,
Always showing up uninvited, what's next?
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
And about as charming as sweaty armpit practice.
Burning everyone, like a BBQ gone wild,
Turning me into a sunburnt grump, oh how reviled!
I wake up to your relentless blaze,
Trying to tan, but it's just a sunburn craze.
You're as vile as a hot dog left in the sun,
Making us wish for snow and winter fun.
Oh, how you love to fry our brains,
Leaving us scrambling for shady lanes.
You're a monster, a summer scoundrel,
Turning our popsicles into puddles, so dreadful!
Friends, you don't have any, it's clear,
Just endless sun and a sizzling sphere.
I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole, (But why would anyone though... unless-yk)
Because being near you takes a heavy toll.
So here's a toast to your scorching reign,
May autumn come soon, to end this summer pain.
I'm the Grinch of Summer, hear my plea,
Bring on the snow, and set us free
(idk... what I'm even talking about-- it doesn't even snow where I live- heh)
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