Gaius Octavius Thurinus—
Augustus Caesar, got the hot one.
What a shitty deal.
I suck in August, I don’t want to face it.
The heat has gotten banal, too much sun,
too damn hot for the effort of having fun.
Into a whiny puss I turn, give me
the wonder of AC. Make three-digit days
go away. The days and nights just wrap
me into a victim swallowed by the fangs
of the most miserable month of the year.
The best thing about August is September
which is the ninth month, but means seventh.
All my favorite months
have wrong unimaginative
Latin number names.
As seasons transition look both ways and love it, if you can.
Mind the gaps. They may be a Roman mistake.