Monday, July 30, 2007


Its cursed summer is but
heat, heat, and more heat.

We have three seasons:
Summer, summer, and spring.
I want to see snow.


bibliofilly said...

your wish to see snow
amuses one from Buffalo.
We had three seasons.

Fall, when it *might* snow
Winter, when snow and ice fall
July, when it melts.

doug said...

Buffalo? Where the
mighty Buffalo Wings got
their mystical start?

I wish to see this
thrice-seasoned land of ice and
eat wings in the snow

bibliofilly said...

fiery red sauce bathes
tenderly crisp wings - perfect
on an icy night.

find beer, quickly now
douse the flame of Duff's suicide
wings. Burning pain! Sweet!