Eliza

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What's so great about summer anyway?
Sweaty bodies on a hot sticky day,
Ocean swims spent spitting out salt,
Fruitlessly fighting the sun's relentless assault,

Rolling eyes at eager tourists as their shutters click,
Melted ice cream that's too liquid to lick,
Long afternoons with nothing to do,
The mandatory, and pungent, trip to the zoo,

Getting sand between your legs, your fingers, your toes,
The occasional glob of sunscreen making its way up your nose,
Fighting off gnats and mosquitoes and wasps,
Even when it rains, the heat never stops,

Obnoxious boys shedding layers for their sports,
Wearing tank tops, pulling out the short shorts,
Turning down invitations to lounge by the pool,
Afraid to wear a swimsuit and look like a fool,

Dreading the days where the tops come off,
Avoiding those moments by faking a cough,
Refusing to swim and appearing haughty,
Willing to do anything to get that bikini body,

Sun-kissed skin with beach-waved hair,
Bikini bodies in skimpy swimwear,
It's all too shallow, all too cliché,
What's so great about summer anyway?