Friday's 5 minute poem--7/8/05--"July"

July


July, July, July, July,
rolls off the tongue with glee.
it puckers lips, it's very sly,
the month the mouth goes whee!

It works for both a boy or girl,
July, July, July.
Anticipation of a thrill,
like rockets in the sky!

There's not another month the same,
when said forms quite the bliss.
An invitation to the game,
to flirt and then to kiss.

M. Worden
7/8/05