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Dog days: Hounded by humidity and losing lucidity

Baby, it’s hot outside. My grandmother used to say, “Horses sweat. Men perspire. Women glow.” It’s an old saying. But lately, I beg to differ.

Dog days
(Hounded by humidity and losing lucidity)

My sprint is spent like long-lost lien.
I’ve showered thrice. I’m still not clean.
We wonder why the summer slogs,
But every day will have its dogs.
I puff and pant like mongrel mean.

The temp has dropped a few degrees.
I venture out to catch a breeze.
If just a mile or three I’d try,
My tales would justify some pie.
But after two, I crawl on knees.

God only knows my top complaint.
For He has heard I ain’t no saint.
A trio of excuses grand
I reconstruct to beat the band
And seek a shadow, there to faint.

Get up and move, you soggy slug.
Go grab that water, gulp and chug.
Then stomp those sneakers ‘round the block.
Your alibi’s a crusty crock.
I stand and shrug, and off I plug.

And still I wonder, as I fry,
Will this entitle me to pie?
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

Camera Critters: pictures of creatures
Mad Kane Humor: “lean” or “lien”
Meme Express: “venture”
Simply Snickers: “tales” (or “tails”), “trio,” and “try”
Shadow Shot Sunday: “shadow”
Sunday Smiles: something worth smiling about
Sunday Stealing: “God only knows”

 Vintage/public domain image.

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  1. love your poem and the accompanying photo is hilarious!

  2. Luv your witty write to beat the heat. Thanks for linking up at my Sunday Lime

    Much love...

  3. I can only dream of summer heat. I am freezing in an Australian windy winter. A fun poem and what a hilarious photo. Great to see you round the Shadow Shot Sunday meme.



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