It’s easy this time, just a theme,
any length or rhyming scheme.
Even Janus with x-a, y-a
will have his chance to claim the day
It’s early here to call it Summer
and very late for it down unn’er.
But I’m the judge and that’s the rule
and lots of entries would be cool.
Let loose the polymetric muse
all honest poets to confuse
but get your entry in real soon
the closing date’s the first of June.
Boadicea's Chariot 
I think my previous effort is equally appropriate here, but I will have another go! 🙂
Clever. 🙂
LW, it’ll be fun – just finding a rhyme for summer. 🙂
But should we even try to compete with George Gershwin?
Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping
The cotton is high
Oh your daddys rich
Your mamas good looking
I said hush little baby
Don’t you cry
One of these mornings
Youre bound to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And take to the sky
But til that morning
Nothings going to harm you no
With daddy and mama standing by
Summertime
(sweet summertime)
And the living is easy
(living is easy)
Fish are jumping
The cotton is high
(sky high)
Oh your daddys rich
(your daddys rich)
And your mamas good looking
(your mamas good looking)
I said hush little baby
Don’t you cry
Don’t you cry
(don’t you cry)
Summertime
(sweet summertime)
Summertime
(sweet summertime)
Summertime
Bummer? Maybe not 🙂
Janus: Or even Anon?
Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweþ sed and bloweþ med
And springþ þe wde nu,
Sing cuccu!
Awe bleteþ after lomb,
Lhouþ after calue cu.
Bulluc sterteþ, bucke uerteþ,
Murie sing cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu, wel singes þu cuccu;
Ne swik þu nauer nu.
Pes:
Sing cuccu nu. Sing cuccu.
Sing cuccu. Sing cuccu nu!
Anon is among my favourite potes.
A little offering:
https://charioteers.org/2012/05/15/summertime-pome-2/
As you can tell, I am more William McGonegall than Shakespeare but…….
Summertime:
The barbie is, at last, alight
Judicious use of napalm
The coals are glowing cherry red
Not a hair has come to harm
The sausages are carbonized
The peppers are well grilled
The vegan’s veggie burger charred
And the wine and beer are chilled
The salad has been gently tossed
Cracker packet rent asunder
The wine and beer, they have been poured
Oh crap, here comes the thunder!
FEEG,
Nothing wrong with the pome, in my very humble opinion.
My entry:
Come into the garden, Maud,
There’s something you should see.
I am here, just by the summerhouse,
Or where is used to be!
The roof has gone, the windows smashed,
The chairs are soaking wet.
The apple tree has fallen down
And where’s the croquet set?
Still never mind, the lawn’s awash,
So not much chance to play.
The garden party could be fun,
It’s just a week away.
Oh Maud, your glorious blooms, destroyed
Your precious roses, bare.
The petals blown away last night,
Please darling, don’t despair.
We’ll hold the party in the house,
So no need for hysteria,
With tables on the terrace,
Once we’ve cleared it of wisteria.
It really could be worse, my sweet,
The marquee’s just been found.
It blew into the Serpentine
And only three were drowned.
Ara: Looks like we have identified a common factor in the summertime 🙂
Ethel strikes again!
FEEG: yes, the challenges of an English summer. 😉
Janus: yes, very much an Eff sort of genre!
That would scan better as
“Not a hair has come to harm” 🙂
FEEG: As you wish, edited.
Now good patrons how about a few more pomes? I spoke a little hasty about summer back on the 11th, it’s raining and blowing a gale from the North here, positively winter like.
Re Janus’s #4, I must admit that I thought it was George’s wife Ira Gershwin ( 😉 ), who wrote the lyrics for Summertime. But, discretion being the better part of smartarsery, I thought I had better check. In fact it was somebody called DuBose Heyward who wrote the words though Ira is also given credit. Wonderful song.