summer

oh summer. seriously, where are you?
you're not coming and that turns me blue.

because you aren't showing, neither are my pretty peonies
so will you come if i beg you pretty, pretty please?



there have been no fun camping trips to be had,
this makes us very, very sad.

we like to be outside and have those nights that are oh-so-dreamy
so we can have a bonfire and roast many a' weenies :)



now that the tv shows totally blow,
what am i supposed to call "my show"?

i've been rocking out to all the songs found on GLEE
and trying to convince devin that all the great singing is really me.



pretty much what i'm saying is summer... you better get your hiney over here!
then we can all be happy and toast in your name... cheers.