The rumour is in summer time the living gets quite easy,
but sadly there are certain sights that leave me feeling queasy.
That man with his shirt off, it's not a look I like,
he should join a gym or something, stop fridge raiding at night.
It can't be all that hard to know that flip flops aren't the way,
so why is it I've already seen a hundred pairs today?
Those girls with the short dresses are all that make it fine,
alas the rippled arms around them suggest that they're not mine.
I'd show arm off as well; I've got a lot of vest tops,
Sadly the upper body strength of a child mean it ain't a look I rock.
In short I long for winter, when people turn to layers,
and stop making fashion choices that do my eyes no favours.
