JAIMIE VERNON – SUMMERTIME SONG PARADE

Here in Hogtown it’s getting sticky, stinky hot. We still have a phalanx of greenery surrounding our concrete and glass urban centre and with it brings humidity. We burp out carbon monoxide and the trees spit back molten oxygen. The grass grows and the temperature of impatient motorists grows with it. You can mow the grass but you can rarely stop the hot heads that don’t know how to cool off. We hope, we pray, that they head north to cottage country and dissipate that anger amongst the glory of Great Lakes, fir trees and a kegger of Molsons. It prevents murders back here in the city.