Please slow down.
You've gone by so fast it makes me frown.
With your thirty days in the middle of summer,
you BRING ON the BUGS- and it's really a bummer.
You've brought sunshine and blooms, perhaps a crepe myrtle.
Oh, and let's not forget- my baby box turtle.
Your heat was unbearable- could it get any worse?
With enough humidity to make the painters curse.
I've met with new clients, wrapped up a few jobs...
and enjoyed what's in season- your corn on the cob(s).
A trip to Memphis to see my friend's new abode
only to set off the alarm without knowing the code.
Then walked down an aisle and watched my friend get married
in these pretty dresses-
gorgeous bouquets we carried...
The ceremony, the dancing- nothing was flawed...
and I reunited with one of my girls from abroad!
Who am I-- Shel Silverstein?? blogging while rhyming?
I blame this on you, and your exceptionally bad timing.