Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip Poem by Timothy McPoetry

It's the dog days
Heat index 103
Sun blazing
Grass crunchy

Upon leaving Sam Walton's monolith of sundries I enter the asphalt desert
Heat from above
Heat from below
Hades itself attempts to scorch me

I see my salvation
A/C on four bald tires
The big bowtie smiles at me
Hello Chevy my old friend

I am seated on the searing leather seats
Yowza!

A/C Max fan setting 4
Ahhhh!

Internal temperature approximately 68 degrees
Bliss!

Destination reached and I lift myself from my fickle friend
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

And the cycle begins again...