AUGUST LOLLDRUMS by our Class Poet

AUGUST LOLLDRUMS

When the soft breezes blow,

With an absence of snow,

And the cruise ports have fallen behind,

Off on leave the mids flee,

With a whoop of "whoopee!"

And a month of sweet leisure in mind.

So it's down to the beach

With a drink and a peach,

And no thoughts of the Skinny or Steam--

Let me whisper, my friends,

Of how soon it all ends,

Make your brief summer idyll a dream.

RR 8-11-09