We live in Georgia.
Summer sucks.
It’s hotter than Tabasco —
We need to find a cooler place,
Like Maine, or like
Nebrasko
The pavement’s black
And radiates.
It’s positively solar —
That’s followed up
With hurricanes
To feed the general dolor
The beaches are
All far away;
We’re plagued by large mosquitoes
And all we have
For sustenance
Are chips and margaritoes
The summertime
In Georgia is
A thing best kept at bay
For once it’s here
We moan about it
At the Chick-fil-A
It’s hot and humid,
Miserable,
And generally a bummer
But college football
Precamp’s here.
That is a Georgia summer
