When the days are as wide as an elephant's hide,

and sultry sunlight keeps streaming on into your dreaming,

it's time for a change. You want to rearrange

everything, everywhere. What on earth? You just don't care.

You are wild with the desire to set the hours on fire

after the drowning of your prize rose by the unruly garden hose.

The pool closes for the summer, and you know that's a bummer

because the kids would swim laps while you took an afternoon nap.

You've eaten BBQ on the lawn since the day you were born,

but the folks clamor for more, so you drag yourself to the store.

You haven't been to the salon because the kids haven't been gone.

Always in your hair, while they're yours, are they worth the wear & tear?

Crossly, you stare at your hubby, and wish he weren't so chubby.

If only he'd diet, why, then maybe you'd also try it.

You hold a butter knife and ponder it, glancing at your wife,

but life is never fair, the fact of which you are becoming well aware.

Fast food has made you fat. What do you think of that?

And those songs the kids play. Isn't there any other way?

Your louse of a spouse squanders his time lying around the house,

while "Hey, Mom. I'm home" makes your mouth foam.

The dog days of August are slowly turning to dust,

as the nights you remember are the cool ones in September.

Don't lose all your marbles. While these days may be garbled,

in only a week or so, when the kids grumpily go

back to their classrooms, you'll lose all that gloom.

He'll go back to work; now he's not such a jerk.

She'll take the LIRR; and your golf game returns to par.

Now you are free to laugh & sing, in fact, to do anything

praiseworthy or no, merely on your own say-so.

With the school bus coming, suddenly you're humming.

You've paid your dues. It's time for the back-to-school blues.