Prologue
Oh delicate followers of the sweaty arm pit this is the longest day of the year; stench like summer begins. The tink tink tinkering of roadside mechanics, The ham ham hammering of household revisionists; the inevitable mow mow mowering of lawn tonsorialsts hunting the perfect crop.
The Curse
Bloody summer is here with those inane radio announcers creating anal jingles centered on Hot! Hot! Hot! Sun worshipers frying their skins into leather charnel houses. Tabloid Newspapers sporting wet and endowed women that love skiing, writing poetry and world peace…effing Summer is here.
The Revenge
I have a secret though something that gives me inner peace and great joy…today is the longest day of the year and from here on in the days will grow shorter the nights longer. . .winter is coming my friends. The tick tick ticking of the clock has begun; days in the sun are numbered icky frosty mornings are just around the corner.
Epilogue
I say all this not because i wish to revel in your screammmmmmmmms! of Noooooooooooooo! I simply wish to prepare you. Please ignore that look of mirth upon my face I am practicing posing for deviant portraiture.