I woke up this morning with a big cucumber in my pants
Picked fresh from the Garden of Eden....after a nights rest
By ten o'clock the temperature outside had climbed so high
Till that cucumber of mine was feeling more like a limp pickle
Now here it is later in the afternoon and the pickle I'd been savoring
Is now limp and wet, likely suffering from exposure to the heat
My wife took one look at it and just laughed
As she handed me a cold bowl of her potato salad....
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-get-hot-i-m-not-dirty-thoughts-on-a-steaming-hot-dog-day-of-summer/
