Tuesday, August 11, 2015

What the Weather’s Like

The summers around here are much too hot,
as hot as oatmeal boiling in a pot.
So, from May to September, I complain a lot.
In the fall I suppose the weather’s alright,
but my lousy neighbors still aren’t polite
and the children these days give me a fright.
The winters are too dark and cold.
I wish it was never winter, truth be told.
That reminds me: I’m getting old.
Spring may be joyful for the birds in a tree
but it’s not a happy time for me.
I’ve got a bad back, a worse knee,
I’m tired and old and angry,
my life was a disappointment,
and I don’t care what the weather’s like.

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