Two days now of triple digits
Minnesotans start their fidgets.
Snowbirds all red and sweaty
getting that Winnebago ready.
Late spring makes the call,
heading back to old Saint Paul.
Winter in the desert is nice.
There's no snow and there's no ice.
January's time for their desert hello.
But now the heat melts their jello.
The Siren Song of the Midwest
where summer is just the best.
They say goodbye to us desert rats
one last wave of the big straw hat.
Course, we don't tell, they don't know
how glad we are to see them go.
No more farmers running into trees
high on Viagra in their SUVs.
No more lines at the postal place
where they move at a snail's pace.
No more waiting in line at McDonalds
with people in clothes just like Ronald's.
Sure, summer here is hotter than hell
but there's a secret we won't tell.
Without the lines at the 7-11,
the desert feels just like Heaven.
-- Rich Seeley
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