Sitting on the porch trying to catch a little breeze
The temperature fifty degrees past swelter
It's hotter in the house 'cause the AC is down
The dog and cat are running helter skelter

Old Man Brewster's running through the sprinkler
He's old and senile so the neighbors overlook it
Birds are walking 'cause it's too hot to fly
It's time for dinner but I don't want to cook it

A local speed walker passes by in slow motion
Her ample butt has been gobbling at her shorts
Brewster gives her a wolf whistle or two
It's very obvious what her sports bra supports

The grass is dying but that's okay with me
Sometimes I'm lazy and don't want to mow it
No matter how hard I try, it always looks crappy
Because the dandelions and weeds outgrow it

Tomorrow's weather prediction is hotter than today's
We'll be able to cook dinner without a fire
My hair's wet and stringy and the curl's all gone
The number on the thermometer's gotten higher

I'm not the type to complain about the weather
Unless it's ninety or so degrees in the shade
I think I'll go and sit in front of the fan
And have a nice, cold glass of lemonade

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
June 22, 2007
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