Early in the morning from the East
The Weather person said,
"It well be eighty at least!"
And up appeared a smiling beast
Time to break out the lawn mower
For later in the day a sweat blower
But then as if by magic
The birds stopped chirping
They disappeared from sight
From the west a foggy mist
The clouds turned grey
It was no longer a summer day
And the ground became moist and wet
Oh dear, someday I'll get to that lawn yet
But this morning all I can do is wait
And the cooling trend is for this dude fate
They say in Seattle all it does is rain
Those camping out in hundred degree weather are insane
I don't think I want to be in Arizona
Oh look, the fog is drifting away
The birds well return later in the day
But it gave me the excuse
To leave the mower stored another day
For when a hot day the fog drifts in
It leaves an excuse to play in the man's den
The Petticoat Dictator has been playing in Nevada
She called and said, "I am coming home
around Noon. Did you mow the lawn?"
My macho pride tested. I said,
"There's a mist hanging around all day."
"You have one hour to have it mowed.
You been using that one all week."
I am not afraid of her-- ha---?"
Afraid of a little bit of fog mist?
Yes dear, the lawn is mowed the taxi is waiting.