Poetry
Dog Days of Summer
Dog days of Summer swelter away,
Like a flame to a candle
Bodies merge with the heat of the day;
Nothing left of 'em but open sandals;
In these dog days of summer people dream
Of snowy January days
Whilst enjoying vanilla ice-cream
Staring into space with a sweltering gaze;
Too hot to sit; too hot to stand
What's a person to do, but take to the beach
With a cool lemonade in each hand.
In these dog days of summer life's truly a bitch!
Mary Aris
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