28 April, 2008

Fickle Friends

Summer barged in like a bully,
Into our quiet conversation,
Over at the shaded corner
Of our favourite playground.
Spring turned her face away,
And slunk off in a, yes, in a sulk.
A rather silly pout, which
We girls chose to ignore, which
Is not fair, but who cares; we
Lean towards the warm embrace
Of our new friend, Summer.

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