Oh, OKAY, August....
I see that you're here.
You've made your big entry abundantly clear.
For all thirty-one, July = great days
(she told me, aside, she is used to such praise.)
and, yes, you arrived quite promptly Day One
but, sheesh, may I say, your brought WAY too much sun!
You’re far too hot, August, you’re sweaty and gritty
and you’re forecasted hotter to roast our poor city
How is this girl gonna get her things done?
Take us off grill now. We're quite overdone.
How will we bike, picnic, and tend to the garden?
I’m taking July back, and I’ll beg you no pardon.