In the summertime
We are all too hot to rhyme
Or count haiku
After a day out on the lake, I am a the shade of a perfectly ripened Fuji apple. I want to eat ice cream, but that would require sitting with my aching back on the car’s leather seats to get to the ice cream store – I mean, grocery store. This would only be acceptable for haagen-dazs or Mickey-shaped fudgsicles.
Or, even better, I could take the Haagen-dazs and MAKE Mickey ice creams.
I might put in the effort for mousketeer sandwiches…
or prepare a stencil for sprinkles…
or get impatient and stick thin mints on a scoop of chocolate…
I don’t have thin mints, though, so I’ll just lay in a cold shower thinking about ice cream instead.
If you have more motivation than me, read OMD’s post
