by George A. Hancock
Black Flies July’s heat is upon us Creating an early fuss Sweat drips already While we run steady. Or, at least try a pace Easy on our red face As we run before six Out in the buggy mix. Black flies on the move Seek a sweaty groove Or a body part to bite This is their early rite. My hat becomes a bat I swing this JRC hat At those nasty flies Biting hard without lies. Hot and humid days Create some biting brays They bite any sweaty part That sting is their bad art. July's View July begins on a Thursday Sure to toast the roadway With an abundant hot sun That many consider fun. July’s view is always warm So outside people swarm Heading to the local pool Splashing in water so cool. Running early on the road Avoids a toasted episode Many seek a shady trail And run fast without fail.
Those running after dawn Often are a cooked pawn The macadam road is hot Spoiling a mid-day trot. July is hot summer weather We run and sweat together But after, we share a drink Spirits soar and never shrink. Sweaty Runs Hmm, it’s 10 before 6 a.m. Yet, already we utter Ahem! July’s humidity’s on the move Guaranteeing a sweaty groove. Its summer so sweaty runs Are created daily by the tons Hey, follow my sweaty trail 'Cause I’m out without fail. Now, we have great road gear Allowing us to run minus fear Space-age fibers that do work This clothing is a terrific perk. Yet, it’s wise running in the shade Here we cool the distance parade The local trails beneath leafy trees Make daily runs a nifty breeze. July creates our sweaty runs With excessive heat that stuns So, be sure to hydrate well Thus avoiding a fainting spell.
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