A Quickie: The Summertime Poem


The days are hot,

The bugs they bite,

The ass of my tankini is way too tight.


Sunscreen’s greasy,

My flowers nuked,

The minivan’s backseat smells of puke.


TVs in reruns,

My feet they stink,

Macaroni salad is clogging my sink.


Despite all the yuck,

I still love summer.

Cuz stuffing kids into snowsuits

Is such a mammoth bummer.

Inspired by Mama Kat’s super duper awesome writing prompts.  Try it, you’ll like it.

Mama’s Losin’ It

7 comments on “A Quickie: The Summertime Poem

  1. on June 19, 2012

    This poem is brilliant! Not only is the ass too tight on mine, but the arm pit fat flows over the top of it…

  2. on June 17, 2012
    Kat says:

    Ha! This is brilliant…the tankinis are ALWAYS too tight!

    • natteringnic
      on June 18, 2012
      natteringnic says:

      “The tankinis are ALWAYS too tight” *phew*…I thought it was just me.

  3. on June 15, 2012

    LMAO love it. Stopping by from Mama Kat’s

    • natteringnic
      on June 18, 2012
      natteringnic says:

      I also loved your post about your Dad! Mama Kat’s prompts are awesome…can’t believe I’m just discovering them now.

  4. on June 14, 2012

    So very clever. We do not live in the land of snow suits — but I LOVE summer. It takes me till about September 30 till I’m finally done with hot. Enjoy it and all it’s short comings.

    • natteringnic
      on June 18, 2012
      natteringnic says:

      No snowsuits?? You, my friend, are “living the dream”. :)

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