So far, June has been flaming miserable
But that’s no surprise; skies are rarely blue
In summer, though it’s warmer; they are full
Of gruesome grey. We grimace at this view
Now and then and make plans to jet off to
Some getaway, or maybe just make dreams
Staying at home because our funds are few
And fun must be found around here. The themes
Of sport loom large: cycling, jogging; these schemes
For English summers can be quite helpful
To the health, or they can even hurt you
Bones aching, falling apart at the seams
Keeping busy’s my business; there’s trouble
In idleness. Something will see me through
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