Under the tree

Under the shadow of the old trees
There was no wind no breeze
During the warmest time at day
A summer holiday enjoyed my stay

The woman in red stood with her ice cream
She looked at me at said: the ice is better than it seem
I stay here for some hours in the heat
Join me please, let's find us self a seat.

Her short dress looked like leather
Sleeveless and showing legs are better
Her ice were dripping fast on her sandals
I said to myself let it be, no scandals

the top attractive made in thin lace
If I could chose, I found my place
We bought some soft drinks to cool down
Her smile was even melting me like a clown

She said my name is moon
I hope the weather will change soon
She reached out and to my hand
Lets walk, pretend you are my demand