Oh well there is always next year.

Oh well there is always next year.

The humid spell

Was broken

With hailstones

Pounding the boardwalk

Wild was the wind

Blowing the treetops

Inside out

Old timers

With gnarled limbs

Strained with the effort

Of defending their turf

Against the old Gods

Ripping up the sky

Between them

Prometheus set

A soul on fire

They will never forgive him

Oceanus spread a wet blanket

To stymie the Titans,

Thunderbolt and Lightfoot

Forgot they were a

Hollywood fiction

Zeus lost his cool

Silly old fool

And what happened

To Helios when he was needed

Oh…good heavens

Here comes the Sun king.