Elegaic Legos

Who says the kids can't write any more? Master GTA's Seasons of Legos, in four parts is some of the finest verse I've read in a long time. An excerpt:

Summer

Summer, oh Summer, oh Summer sublime,

For Legos this is a prodigious time,

Prices and shipping go down quite a lot,

Your countenance brightens as you see the jackpot.

h/t to his proud mother and composition teacher