Ninety four degrees (34C)
Feels like One oh nine(43C)
Rufuz is starting in the a/c
To feel fine…
He likes to stay in the deep dirt
Under the house with the worms he does flirt
All that fur does help to keep him cool
Still when I opened the door
He scurried in, too bad we’ve not got a pool…
Dad doesn’t particularly either like the heat
Thought did he his pain would subside
Guess the doctor may have lied
My leg pain goes down to my feet
My brain as well in the sun got fried…
© ed J 6/7/08
Woof! Woof! and stay cool...{{{hugs}}} ~~ Micke
peace,
carolyn
Ed the Elder
(((HUGS))) and much love, your (sweaty) Texas friend, Karen Lynn. :P
Mary
Ah well, my brain has already been grilled this year.
Regards
David
to splash in. Liked the poem. Hope the pain goes away, - Gene.