
Ah, summer, the time when those of us in cold climates have finished cursing away the winter. We shed off our pale skin, air out our stale houses, and then…immediately close them and crank the AC.
As we go from our air-conditioned houses to our air-conditioned cars, let’s not forget how long we waited for this summer weather. Summer weather that, here in Canada at least, lasts approximately 12.7 days. For my friends in warmer climates — feel free to complain that it’s so hot that Jehovah’s Witnesses started telemarketing and Optimus Prime morphed into an air conditioner.
Summer, (or as I call it, 50 Shades of Red), despite having the longest days of the year, is all too short. In celebration of this glorious, hedonistic time, I wrote a little ditty about the high tides and b-sides of summer…
*Ahem.
There are wonderful and joyous things about summer
But then there’s also things that are a bit of a bummer
A Choco Taco from the ice cream trucks
Which now cost twenty friggin bucks
Picnics with some deviled eggs
Testicles that stick to your legs
Hot dogs in the baseball stadium
Clogging up my left-sided atrium
Fresh cottage-country fudge
Ball sweat and boob sludge
Watermelon, perfectly chilled, as a snack
A Slip N Slide ‘o sweat right down my back
Thirst quenched with fresh mojitos
And endless bites from mosquitoes
Bronzing until my skin is nicely tanned?
Burning everywhere, save for my wristband
Nature blooming in synchronicity
AC is eating up all my electricity
Swaying in the breeze at a music fest
But no place for my lazy ass to rest
Sand between my toes while on the beach
Sand stuck in places the sun can’t reach
Fun road trips with friends full of laughs, songs, and chants
Leather seats that make you look like you peed your pants
Jumping in the pool to cool yourself down
Then, having to work, making you frown
Sunblock is everywhere, including in your eyes
Save for the small red blotches on your thighs
A beautiful yard to entertain all your best friends
A spine that hurts from gardening’s back bends
A BBQ for that tasty flame-broiled kiss
Oops, now it’s ‘Cajun’, a meat-timing miss
Hiking through the woods with your best friends for a kick
Then getting Lyme disease from an infernal blacklegged tick
In the heat, both you and your ice cream melt down
You—and everyone else—getting out of downtown
If you’re not barefoot, then you’re overdressed
Frizzy post-pool hair tied up in a bird’s nest
Girls just wanna have sun, because life’s a beach
But lakeside having fun might turn into a leech
Everyone’s running on island time
Being late, our new, habitual crime
But don’t worry, beach happy
Get tired? Take a nappy
Summer is truly the best, blurst, and worst
But before you go thinking you’re heat-cursed
Remember that summer lasts a mere 93.6 days
In winter, you’ll miss the sun’s ball-sweaty rays
Buy me Boobie Freezies
$1 per month or $10/year
$2 per month (…math)
$3 per month (…more math)
$4 per month (I mean…it’s pretty easy math tho)
$5 per month or $50/year
Don’t have any money? Don’t worry, me neither, and I still love you.
Lying in the sun, with headphones in a coma.
Blissfully unaware of the looming myeloma.
Brilliant and, as always, painfully relatable. ☀️
Although personally my frizzy bird's nest hair requires no pool; just 2.3 seconds outside in this fracking humidity.