Sweltering in the summer,
I gulp down cold water,
Enjoy some tangy lemonade.
My aircon needs an upgrade,
I crave an ice-cream cake,
Under the harsh sun rays.
I cannot wait for winter,
To cuddle in my sweater,
Play freely, no more sweaty,
When the winds are chilly.
I dream of white snowmen,
The door to fun will open,
Festivities around the corner,
Make my heart warmer.
All my plans are decided,
For winter fun, undivided!
On June 27, I made a still life of lemonade, which I think goes really well with this poem.
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