Is the Weather a Joke
Ninety-four degrees today!
September 15th, 2019.
Come on. What kind of joke is this?
The Chiefs will be playing football in August weather.
Sweat running down their backs, wet hair, uncomfortable.
Slamming into each other and getting hurt, less fun.
Our climate is changing so rapidly.
Kansas can grow crepe myrtles now.
They are flourishing here.
Alligators and manatees will be next.
Swamps and waterways.
Speedboats and orange groves.
At least my house value will probably go up
Unless the alligators find the marsh next to us
Before the manatees do.
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