Sunshine - who needs it? (15/30)

I’m sick and tired of sunshine and its cunning little ways

of luring idle children to go outside and play

then it creeps in through my windows,

and with its sunbeams highlights dust

which means I have to vacuum and polish, fit to bust.

And when I’ve earned a cuppa plus a biscuit, maybe two

I stroll in to the garden and lo, I still see you

drying up the flower beds, turning green grass brown

heating up the patio without making any sound.

So, you lure me in to daylight, dazzle me with light

then roast me like a turkey to thirty Fahrenheit.

Well I’ve had enough I tell you as I watch you leave your mark

I’ll languish like a hothouse flower - in my cellar until dark.