Dear July

I still remember those days when I was a boy, when our english teacher told us for homework to do creative and funny poems about our friends. This poem was adressed to July; I hope you enjoy it: 

Todavía me acuerdo de pequeño en esas clases de inglés en la que la profesora nos mandaba de deberes poemas creativos y graciosos sobre nuestros amigos. Este poema fue dirigido a Julio; espero que os guste:

Dear July:                                                                                                                                      

Silence! I’m going to make a speech,

In manners he is rich,

high above my reach.

My heart,

In San Valentine’s time

tastes like lime in my mind

‘cause you could be mine.

He is like a knight

In the night, always giving light

because he is right

and does never want to fight.

But today I’m tied,

And I can’t fly because I used to hide

from a butterfly high in the sky.

Don't cry July,

maybe you are not such a bad guy:

 you have pretty eyes,

 and you are as sweet as a pie;

a thing I might deny.

So Julio…

Even you look like an ape,

You are still my mate,

 and I won’t make a mistake,

To deserve your hate.

Santiago G.