Summer sun, beating down on me-
Smoke from the stack,
going right straight up
Jumping spiders,
by the dozen, on a
red brick wall-
Going several centimeters
in a single bound-
They like it hot.
I could tell she was "somebody"
by the color of her hat.
Her skin was fair.
Her eyes were green.
The man holding her umbrella
signed my paycheck.
"Very cool," she said, as she
fingered my medallion.
My mind began to process.
Dutch word for hot is "heet"
"Yes, It is very," said she.
She motioned to the man:
"Have him fall out of line.
Have him follow me."
"Frying pan, into the kettle"
"Lumps for the cause" and all
that rot-
Hot southern sun beating down
heavy, on the entourage.
Jumpin' spiders, rough necks,
and pretty, influential ladies
from Amsterdam-
One say "hot"
One say "heet"
One don't say nothin'
(or, maybe it do, but I ain't
into "spider-speak")
Lordy, lordy, lordy...It's hot. ;)
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