I woke up this morning with a big cucumber in my pants <br />Picked fresh from the Garden of Eden....after a nights rest <br />By ten o'clock the temperature outside had climbed so high <br />Till that cucumber of mine was feeling more like a limp pickle <br />Now here it is later in the afternoon and the pickle I'd been savoring <br />Is now limp and wet, likely suffering from exposure to the heat <br />My wife took one look at it and just laughed <br />As she handed me a cold bowl of her potato salad.... <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-get-hot-i-m-not-dirty-thoughts-on-a-steaming-hot-dog-day-of-summer/
