I put this in a comment in the August Poetry Competition, but no one seems to have noticed it. Not that I am egotistical or anything, but I hope it might encourage some others to have a go!
Summertime
Summertime, the time for clouds,
Summertime, the time for crowds,
This means it’s time to reach
A tiny area of the beach.
Manky deck chairs squash your thumbs,
Solid benches numb your bums
The rain falls relentlessly
To bugger the al fresco tea!
Yellow sand just all around
It’s dodgy to sit on the ground
The sand finds each nook and cranny
Especially those of dear old Granny.
The wind blows almost everywhere
Causes the ancient windbreak to tear.
To inflate the lilo is just enough
To make you run out of puff.
Now the floods begin to flow
It really is just time to go
Now the bit to break your heart,
The bloody car won’t start!
A pessimist, moi? 🙂
Boadicea's Chariot 
I like the word manky, FEEG. It’s a personal favourite of mine.
Oh double bother, but I really really cannot commit to anything much before October.
Like this one though, and were I less involved in “real life” I would rise to the challenge.
Thank you, FEEG! 🙂