Lake Haiku

Typically Labor Day weekend begins a crucible for yours truly. Signifies the end of the summer boating season and heralds the coming juggernaut of football season. In addition, I begin my birthday gauntlet...which gets depraved like ancient Roman times.

So, as one final tribute to the water I resurrect this old number:

On the lake by noon,

Smell of whiskey in the air,

Vomiting by four