“I sit on my porch the sun shining bright,
the temperature’s almost 90 tonight
I’ll never vote for that Clinton Hillary
The saguaro, the gekko and me.
Yippee yoo ya ah hoo looey loo
Yippee yoo ya ah hoo looey looey
I don’t have a horse, the association would freak
That big bird above me has a pretty big beak
The patio needs a good sweep, I see
The saguaro, the gekko and me.
(middle eight)
The gekkos climb up and over my walls
The foo-foo birds with their dumb wacky calls,
How can those saguaros stand this damned heat?
I wish I was was back in MA with my friend Pete!
Yoo-lee yoo-lee yodelololdelayee hoo….
I wish I was out and alone on some trail
Away from Paris Hilton cooped up in that jail
Out there there’s no hassles, I’d find myself free
The saguaros, the gekkos, and me.
Yippee yoo ya ah hoo looey loo
Yippee yoo ya ah hoo looey looey
The heat makes me stupid, the A/C is strained
For these AZ summers I never was trained.
The sunset is melting into orange and red
I’m glad there’s a fan hanging over my bed;
The cowboy in me longs for ol’ Tennessee…
Away from the saguaro, the gekko, and me.”
Git along little doggee…
Dear Poet,
Love your poem! However you should know that it has been in the ninety degree range for the past couple of days in merry New England (with more forecast) and, as you know well, not all buildings or homes are air conditioned, as most are in let’s say–Arizona!
No sympathy from me! Keep writing poetry.
Your friend, Dona
Comment by DonaFrog — June 28, 2007 @ 6:27 am
All you need now is a Cowboy Koolaide…http://fooddownunder.com/cgi-bin/recipe.cgi?r=76718 Very entertaining:)
Comment by Kim — June 28, 2007 @ 7:21 pm
Thanks for the comments, Kim and Dona, I’ll just be moseying along with the tumblin’ tumbleweeds for a dip in my 94-degree pool. Considering it’s exactly 96 outside and my body temp is 98, it oughta feel like walking and swimming through a car wash in Miami!
Comment by The Great White Shank — June 28, 2007 @ 9:43 pm