It is the silly season. <br />How can you tell? <br />It is when rhyme or reason <br />are not too well. <br />It's when they dump new pets <br />at city shelters, <br />and snugly drink cold drinks <br />while all life swelters. <br />Then, when the angels cry <br />they call it rain <br />but any lullaby <br />it came in vain.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silly-season/
