Poem: July

Poem: July

it was a night in July,
there were no stars in the sky.

everyone had been fed,
and were tucked away in there bed.

but it was too hot to sleeep,
however i did not make a peep.

sweat ran from my head to my toes,
a little even trickled off my nose.

the noise from my bedroom fan was load,
but even then i was still proud.

proud i rode my bike down the street,
instead of dozing off, counting sheep.

proud i caught fish in a net,
instead of fooling around and getting wet.

proud i hiked up the monsterous hilll,
instead of faking sick, saying i was ill.

now it is time to go to bed,
so i lie here, and rest my head.