Summer in the City

It got so hot
My brain did rot
And I had not
A lot
of thought
to jot.

The rhymes stagnated;
I perseverated

With nothing to write--
Not a smite.

Also: I got tonsilitis
And couldn't wade
through my brain's
detritus.

Sorry 'bout that.
I'm gettin' back in the saddle--
Whipped into shape
With the poetry paddle.

(for those who don't know
it's the thing with which I row
my brain back to action
when it's been in contraction.)

Alors (comme les gens disent en France),
Je voudrais une vacance.

Mais apres je revienerai
I'll re-begin posting, sans delay!

Until anon,
Enjoy the water-mel-on.