Which broke sometime after I came up with this. I’m no Fenris, but I can’t resist putting this out on the Board. Be merciful!
Tune: 76 Trombones (Led the Big Parade)
76 degrees here at 6 am
With a hundred and two predicted for the high.
The humidity is well beyond belief
And it seems like there’s no end in sight!
76 ho-urs since the old fan broke,
And the air conditioner’s long dead!
Not a single storm; the prospect of it staying warm
Fills my heart and soul with dread! (tiddly-om-pom)
Great one! Where are you? It’s been like hell in the DC areas. Hoping the rain will cool things down, but it’ll probably add to the dreaded humidity. :mad:
Can’t say that it’s been quite that hot here, but it certainly felt like a sauna in my friend’s living room and kitchen yesterday night, even with all the windows and the door open. (and the fan on, as well) It’s been at least 26 or 27 degrees C, which is pretty hot already for here.
When I was teaching literature to non-English-majors here in Memphis and I wanted them to understand Imagist poetry, I would start them off with “Heat,” by H. D.:
*O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.
Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air–
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.
Cut the heat–
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.*
This usually went over pretty well, after a little discussion; no matter if they’re interested in poetry or not, Memphians know from heat.