Cape Cod days

Small children
Screaming like
Banshees. They
Shouldn'st be
So loud
At that
Ungodly hour
Of nine.

Relaxing beaches
Catching rays
Of sunlight.
Tanned body
Feeling refreshed.
The sound
Of waves
Soothes your
Unassaulted ears.

Yet conniving,
Having fun
In spite
Of myself.
Working away
Like a
Busy bee.

Yearning to
Know my
Schemes, but
Forgiving for
Me making
You wait.

Hee hee hee!
In the end
The waiting will pay of
I promise.