Summer Got Angry

It's a hot summer's day
As I walk in Queen's Road
All the fruit in the shops looks
Like my own poor skin

And the men in the shorts have
Even shorter tempers
As a tongue leads a dog to a
Puddle of orange ice
Summer got angry with you

Crash goes a gate and a
Pair of varicose legs
Push a dustbin along the fence
Sweating creosote tears

And the men in the shorts have
Even shorter tempers
As a tongue leads a dog to a
Puddle of orange ice
Summer got angry with you

Soon a woman in brown
Lifts the lid of the bin
And the dead man's effects
They grin and they steam in the heat
Summer got angry with you



Credits
Writer(s): Ruth Miller
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