Three Summers
by Leonard Shaw
non puntonibus
soles non placet nostris
capti labore
terror ob finem
documenta morati
cor iam sanatur
solis occasus
membra calefactantes
mox laboramus
we are not in punts
sunny days delight us not
held hostage by work
panic for the end
tutorials are delayed
my heart is now healed
the sun is setting
though our bodies are warmer
soon we work again