Dear July, be gentle with me
I have danced through June, wild and free
Extravagance marked my days extravagantly
With pomp and pageantry, a fleeting spree
Awuf don run my belly, finish
Gold spent early, she don finish
Regrets lingers, how it was squandered
Will July bring bounty, I have wondered?
Dear July, be kind I beseech
Like a roll of cheese, easy and breech
Let smiles bloom, worries dismissed
Stomach’s growls hushed, by fortune’s kiss
Can spending find its prudent pace?
Accounts swell with time’s embrace?