Autumn Delights
Autumn Delights
I’d like to write of autumn trees
Of blazing foliage, rustling leaves,
Just can’t feel that coming freeze
When it’s today a 100 degrees.
The football boys are burning up,
Trying to gear for the Heisman cup,
While their Gatorade gives them big hiccups,
And helmets melt, they’re all bent up.
Orange and black speak of skeletons,
Baby costumers cry for ice melons,
Pumpkins look like wrinkled fellowtons,
Drying on the porches of Magillaton.
The weatherman is going gray,
Being yelled at day upon day,
Wants to say cold fronts are on their way,
It’s a hundred degrees in the shade this day
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