AUGUST LOLLDRUMS by our Class Poet

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

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