Stop Singing, Cuckoo!!!!

Stop singing Cuckoo your false alarm
The pregnant clouds may not deliver
Scorching sun pushes clouds under my skin
Blisters of sweat are all over me
Mouth is parched every minute
Thoughts are sans directions
Your singing gives me no consolation
I am beginning to believe there will be no rain
This year, summer might never end

So,

Stop singing Cuckoo, your favorite song.

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