Dog Days and Gnats
DOG DAYS AND GNATS
In the great State of Georgia and elsewhere too
We have what we call 'dog days'
I don't know where the term comes from
I just know it comes and stays
With oppressive heat and temperatures
That soar to a hundred and five
It really makes one wonder
Just how one will survive
To go outside and be attacked
By gnats that come in swarms
You swat and slap to drive them off
'Til you fear you'll lose your arms
But now I've learned the secret
I need not flail to and fro
I just place my bottom lip over my top
And very gently blow
That keeps the little devils
Out of my eyes and nose
While hoping with all that's in me
'Dog days' will go where they 'goes'
Curtis Moorman
24 August 2011
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2011
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