Not Cool

The crickets in the yard’ll be
In need of Aspercreme by morning,
Judging by the frequency
At which they’re chafing their thigh-warning.
I don’t mind the noise they’re making–
Sounds like I’ve been telling jokes–
But knowing that I’ll wake up baking
Leaves me hoping it’s a hoax.
Crickets! Man, they’re funny folks.

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About Michael

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One Response to Not Cool

  1. Judy says:

    Thank you for the cricket poem. There is a bit of hot humid weather here and the crickets are noticeably abundant as I dig in the garden. I say they convey good luck.

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