Some Kind Of Crazy

It was a record hot summer that year

Seemed everyday was a hundred or more

The sun would rise blazing in a sky crystal clear

A little warmer than the day before

The Fourth of July was just around the corner

We were planning the hottest events

And when we thought that it could not get warmer

The meteorologist increased the temps

The air units were humming like seven forty sevens

Every brow carried pools of sweat

We were unknowingly baking in mother nature’s oven

“Relief is coming,” they said, “just not yet”

So one by one we split up, as an army divided

To hit up every store we could find

When desperation and desire collided

An idea arose just in time

A couple hundred kiddy pools soon lined the front yard

Filled to the top with priceless, bagged gold

Penguins and polar bears would have found it hard

To find a better way to bring on the cold

I poured myself a double, any beverage would do

With the chillest ice, packed to the top

And then, in shock, coughed it out, you would too

When frosty emerged from my red solo cup

He called out, “happy birthday,” then he laughed in my face

Grabbed my ice and then, ran off, out of sight

There were frosties popping up all over the place

We stood staring not believing our eyes

The next thing I remember, I woke up in a bed

The whole neighborhood in hospital gowns

All telling the same story, as they increased our meds

About the time that frosty came to our town

I don’t know if it was the heat

Or if we were living a lie

But I have no doubt it was frosty

Chilling with me, on the Fourth of July