inspired by a little poem (sing a song of summer by kay winters) that ts shared over at video meliora, i offer the following:
when it's durn hot
it's hotter'n hell
and the sweat runs
raht down yor tail
the asphalt melts
and starts to smell
worse than yankee cheese
you kin tell
it's summer
LOL! I'm glad I'm a northerner right about this time of year.