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Sizzling Summer

Hot Buns in the Summertime

The Summer Is Cool in C.H., much Cooler than in Calzoncillos, Phoenix, Athens, Madrid, Dubai . . .

Ann James
Ooh-Nom-Ahhh-Tuh-PEE-uh
2 min readAug 7, 2024
Rhine River, somewhere between Trin and Tamins, C.H. A good place to chill. Author’s file

He crashed in through the wintergarden

Zoomed into the house alone

Slipped and fell when the dog barked at him

Slammed the door on the buzzing drone

Didn’t anybody warn him?

Didn’t anybody say

That drone’s not gonna hurt you.

It just has the blues today.

It’s been whooshing o’er the country

with no place to unload its throne

Though he’d ordered a pizza oven

Switzerland was a ‘no-fly zone’

Didn’t anybody warn him?

Didn’t anybody say

That drone’s not gonna hurt you.

It just has the blues today.

So he’d need to go to Jumbo

Support the local economy

He sure felt like a dumb dumb Dumbo

and he had no place to pee

A parody of “She Came in through the Bathroom Window” by Lennon/McCartney”, but you already knew that. If you didn’t, feel free to read it again, sing it loud. I have been told I’m not allowed to sing. More than once.

This is in response to Gael MacLean 🐑’s fun prompt. I hope TzeLin Sam, OCTAVIA EVER AFTER, Nichola Scurry, Annie Trevaskis, Grandma Smillew and Claire Franky will have entries, ‘cuz GIRLS RULE!!

Onomatopoeia is as much fun as die Schallnachahmung.

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Onomatopoeia: Where whispers, whoops, and wows resound! Immerse yourself in the rhythm of language, the pitter-patter of poetic feet, and the tintinnabulation of lively conversation. A haven for wordsmiths and whimsical souls alike.

Ann James
Ann James

Written by Ann James

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.

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