All My Shit Is In A Book

Seasons

I'll tell you the truth

In the summer

I don't like working in a booth

It's quite a bummer

In the winter I don't like watching my sisters hockey games

Or having to gear up just to walk out to the trash

I do however like looking through the window panes

And going to a birthday bash

I like fall

And spring

Most of all

I feel like a king

Sitting there watching the leaves or rain

It numbs all my pain

And In a competition over winter or summer

I'd pick winter due to the cold

The cold to me is not a bummer

Because I hate the heat of summer

I'd hate it less if they'd open the lake

But that girl died last year

And now it's a frenzy, like an over-deccorated cake

My dad prefers summer because of the beer

But I like fall personally

Ok, guys, this poem sucked... seriously it was my worst one yet so sorry, it's been a while but nothing exciting has happened lately and I don't have any good ideas so here you go... I'll try and update again before I leave for holidays, just to give you guys something to chew on while I'm gone. Stay beautiful-Ash