Hey, June bug.You’ve been stormy,
And you made me just a little bit older,
But you’ve kept me awesome,
Sharp on my magic and sword work,
Our pencils sharp, regardless if it’s summer,
And our fins strong and summer skin itchy but sun-kissed.
The mosquitoes aren’t my favorite, but there’s something to say about the electric hum of a good summer thunderstorm.
The romance stops there, though.
I’m getting too old and I’ve got too many old trees to get too swoony about these things.