Monday, 11 July 2016

Summer Serenade

 


Always a witty last liner with Ogden Nash, ha. 


Summer Serenade - Ogden Nash

When the thunder stalks the sky,
When tickle-footed walks the fly,
When shirt is wet and throat is dry,
Look, my darling, thats July.

Through the grassy lawn be leather,
And prickly temper tug the tether,
Shall we postpone our love for weather?
If we must melt, lets melt together!

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