In honor of summertime, I wanted to repost a poem I wrote last year about a Chicago summer. Enjoy!
Sizzle
July is scorching. The grass is crusty and brown. The heat rises Off the streets in the downtown Where herds of people Walk, And live, And bake, And are desperate for autumn, But in denial of winter. Then chairs will denote Parking spaces saved And plows will Block the driveways with snow. For now though, Summer holds court. The cicadas are buzzing loudly, And the highways make The slow-moving cars Sizzle.
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"I believe that no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you can not baptize cats." - Larry the Cable Guy
A Tennessee man and an Alabama man were both fighting in a war and were captured by the enemy.
"Before we put you to death," said the enemy, "do you have any last requests?"
"Yes," said the Alabaman. "Could you play 'Yeah, Alabama' before you shoot me?"
"Sure," said the enemy. "How about you, Tennessean?"
"Could you shoot me before you play 'Yeah, Alabama?'"
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