July's Torridly

Oh this sweat upon my brow Pours from this weather I must embrace Thick moist air curls my hair and drips from my face Oh the dog days of summer are here Where my clothes are stuck and dirt does adhere Bare foot running across the tar and concrete Burning the soles of my feet Breathless and hot not wanting to move Waiting for a storm to pass over and this oppression to improve My garden finds elation in this humidity Making it leaves grow with great solidity The kids run lemonade stand down the street The elders stop to buy it and beat the heat Tho theses days are short in caparison To view ones perspiration is somewhat embarrassing I am so thankful for my air-conditioning I’m just complaining and petitioning For a brake for this extreme heat And I shall whistle along with my sweet treat Oh this sweat upon my brow Pours from this weather I must embrace Thick moist air curls my hair and drips from my face I guess I shall inhere to July and it’s slower pace