Look there, dark clouds on the horizon—
But it won’t rain;
Just another Summer in Austin
Once again.
The nineties are all lined up—
Weeks in a row.
Grass fated to become hay,
It’s how it’ll go.
The air conditioner in our cars
Won’t really keep up;
As we adhere to the leatherette.
Nasty? Uh, yup.
So, ladle on the sunscreen
As you Texas tan.
Nothing says “attractive lady”
Like a brown raisin man.
Look, there are those clouds: only for yonder horizon.
Maybe we should move: how about Upper Michigan?

About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on June 4, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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