sweetness&light
06-07-2002, 06:14 PM
I'd like to know the fool who said, "Summer time and the living is easy."
Apparently, he knew the secret to keeping himself cool and breezy.
Dainty pigs sweating, perspiring, glistening and glowing,
Who cares what it's called, the sweat rivers are flowing.
Besides perfection enhancing makeup running off my face and onto my chest,
I'm in a quandary trying to find an ensemble that will be dry when I'm dressed.
Sometimes a 5 ton air conditioner in one room just isn't enough;
Except when I'm embracing air vents in my au natural pink silken buff.
It's annoying when my face is flooded and looks like I've been for a swim.
The rest of the body is not sweaty; but then neither is it trim.
Good grief! Don't tell me this is how the change will begin.
Hand me another box of chocolates while this thought sinks in.
Nah, that's not what's happening; I've gone thru this all my days.
Piglets in a mud hole was our cool summer ways.
It's time to be civilized: stock up on sherbet, sorbets, cream and fudgesicles,
Chocolate ice cream, frozen snickers, lemonade and great big dill pickles.
Any food that has to be cooked will be bought prepared at the store,
This pig will have no oven turned on until it's October once more.
Let somebody else slave in a hot kitchen.
When it gets hot, I sometimes start bitchen'.
I know that shocks you;
It does me, too,
But when it gets hot,
Cool, no... I am not.
Hot weather doesn't mean my finely honed chocolate taste moves to the side.
Only a deluded fool would think my passion would cease to abide.
It simply takes a more liquid, cool form;
One that keeps me from getting too warm.
I've told you before about the two martini shakers I wear on my hips,
Holding chocolate shakes with plastic tubing running up to my sweet, rosy lips.
It's my own personal little a/c unit in a convenient container,
Get in my path for a refill and you'll need an attorney's retainer.
Here's my summer time rules to keep in your pocket:
Don't try to swap my shakes for some old gold locket.
Don't talk trash to this pig, unless it's made out of chocolate.
This is my chocolate world; don't try to rock it.
Apparently, he knew the secret to keeping himself cool and breezy.
Dainty pigs sweating, perspiring, glistening and glowing,
Who cares what it's called, the sweat rivers are flowing.
Besides perfection enhancing makeup running off my face and onto my chest,
I'm in a quandary trying to find an ensemble that will be dry when I'm dressed.
Sometimes a 5 ton air conditioner in one room just isn't enough;
Except when I'm embracing air vents in my au natural pink silken buff.
It's annoying when my face is flooded and looks like I've been for a swim.
The rest of the body is not sweaty; but then neither is it trim.
Good grief! Don't tell me this is how the change will begin.
Hand me another box of chocolates while this thought sinks in.
Nah, that's not what's happening; I've gone thru this all my days.
Piglets in a mud hole was our cool summer ways.
It's time to be civilized: stock up on sherbet, sorbets, cream and fudgesicles,
Chocolate ice cream, frozen snickers, lemonade and great big dill pickles.
Any food that has to be cooked will be bought prepared at the store,
This pig will have no oven turned on until it's October once more.
Let somebody else slave in a hot kitchen.
When it gets hot, I sometimes start bitchen'.
I know that shocks you;
It does me, too,
But when it gets hot,
Cool, no... I am not.
Hot weather doesn't mean my finely honed chocolate taste moves to the side.
Only a deluded fool would think my passion would cease to abide.
It simply takes a more liquid, cool form;
One that keeps me from getting too warm.
I've told you before about the two martini shakers I wear on my hips,
Holding chocolate shakes with plastic tubing running up to my sweet, rosy lips.
It's my own personal little a/c unit in a convenient container,
Get in my path for a refill and you'll need an attorney's retainer.
Here's my summer time rules to keep in your pocket:
Don't try to swap my shakes for some old gold locket.
Don't talk trash to this pig, unless it's made out of chocolate.
This is my chocolate world; don't try to rock it.