Having had a good time at ranting and rhyming during a prior entry, I thought it would be fun to do it again; but this time, using the theme of this blisteringly hot weather that has plagued us in the Philadelphia region all summer:
- Labor Day was yesterday, the unofficial end to a joyous summer,
Its standing poignantly, non-refundably,* steadfastly before me;
My reminiscing usually about the sheer, melancholic anxiety as a child I’d see,
Envisioning myself seated the next day in a wretched, smelly school bus, most begrudgingly.
Time marched on while that drab, seasonal feeling lingered,
Slipping through this self-proclaimed poet’s fingers;
The passage of summer to fall, with the not-so-distant winter’s call,
Me wishing for the event to stall and stay those lazy, crazy days I crave;
However, I welcomed this year’s holiday with proverbially open arms,
Hoping now to cool down with no more daily heat indices and smog alarms;
Isn’t that what’s supposed to happen once Labor Day appears?
But no, another
Scheduled to last until the end of this work week,
Before we get any kind of relief,
Severly kicked into high gear,
This summer’s end is still not near.
So no Labor Day melancholy for me this year,
Not until 22nd September for which I’ll have a beer,
To toast this blasted summer away!
Who said there’s no such thing as global warming?
This past summer was filled with sweat over-pouring.
Last year was the hottest year on record;
Surely 2015 will surpass that.
Even Hell now allows air-conditioners,
And Satan wears an asbestos hat.
As a quiz taken from another tirade: “Aint over until it’s over.” Who said that?