I have to start writing about Cambridge, here a quirky poem

Nude torsos laying on Parker's Piece
That is how summers in Cambridge are lived

Girls walking barefoot under the Brit-ish sun
Who cares? they are just trying to cope

Six months of wacky weather, I've learned,
Can make the poshest person derailed

Hence, why not? let's all dance naked beneath the sun
For as we may not know, what is of tomorrow, my love . . .

By Mónica