FIRST DAY OF SUMMER
Our axial tilt is most inclined
At twenty three and a half degrees,
And all of northern earth mankind
Must take its turn at getting burned,
And perhaps some retinopathy.
To those who will—our sympathy.
The Tropic of Cancer gets the most,
Where rays of sun turn every bun
That's nakedly exposed, to toast,
And all the rest get baked at best;
And yes, it'll come as no surprise—
A few Hot Cheeto flaming thighs.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org
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Sunday, November 28, 2010
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