The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Summer Solstice

Again the long day's sun has soaked the place;
The city and its citizens are lapped
By yellow heat, as though the heavens clapped
A bag of lukewarm urine to their face.

The fragrant lard rejoiceth; and the more
It crisps and sizzles in the golden glow,
The greater joy in cooler hearts to know
That now the tactful nights will start to draw.

Samuel Grimsnipe

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