Steamed in
the soup
of humid
afternoons,
we crawl
from the muck
to the early
evening
adventures
that call us
like sailors
to sirens on
the shores.
Spitting at
sunlight,
gawking at
the heat,
a drink, A
DRINK!
My hearty
heated
friends. We’ll
toast
the toasted
and cheer
the roasted.
A klaxon to
the gala,
the fiesta,
the party,
we hear over
the roar of
the weary
weekday world.
Another
Drink my comrades!
Another
toast my companions!
We’ve made
it again.
We defeated
the mighty by being
mightier. We
silenced the braggarts,
the
blow-hards and the mice that
roared. We’ve
toppled the ogres
of time and
embrace what is
ours to
squander.
A toast! A
Drink!
A weekend to
revel!
Time to
waste instead
of time
wasting us!
We’re lions
on the prowl,
in the
pleasures of laughter
and smiles
with friends.
No heated
temperatures will
belay our
good time. This hour is
ours to
relish, to enjoy.
A Toast!
A Drink!
To the long
nights!
To the long
day!
Huzzah!
Winter is
dead!
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