Labor Day still three weekends away,
Why play gravedigger so prematurely?

Do not the long legged teen girls yet parade,
In halter tops and shortest of jeans cutoff?

Bare shoulders, tans, caramel cream, short and
tight,
The dresses and the contents, and your chest too,
right?

True, but the thermometer barely brushes 75,
That evening coolness, not yet a chill, now ever-present.

Soon the acorns in August will appear, but for sure,
I know that summer's end knells loud and clear,

*Because tonight, the ladies wore pantyhose.