September Joys

Again life holds a charm for us,

        It’s good to be alive;

All summer long we lived in gloom,

        We didn’t seem to thrive;

September we have waited long.

        Discontented, sad and blue;                          Not k

But now the oyster’s left its shell

        And lingers in the stew.

Green corn and melons have sufficed

        To keep us on the job;

But we were tired of spooning juice

        And gnawing on the cob.

But now the clouds have rolled away,

        We rush with grand eclaw

Down to the nearest restaurant

        And have a plate of raw!

Peaches and cream are very nice,

        And berries, by the way;

Spring lamb and chickens now and then,

        But they won’t do today.

I hurry through my morning’s work,

        And to the grill room fly;

Where, with exuberance I shout:

        “Waiter, a double fry!”

Sept. 1^st, ‘10