Forty Foggy Mornings

                                            I counted forty foggy mornings in August
                                            an old lady once said
                                            I wondered how can this be
                                            as I scratched my head

                                            Thirty one days in August
                                            is all I've ever known
                                            unless the calendar has changed
                                            and the months have grown

                                            I worked so very hard
                                            to try and figure it all in
                                            but the forty foggy mornings
                                            I didn't know where to begin

                                            And then I thought to myself
                                            and I came up with a good try
                                            when summer's heat lingers on
                                            there's forty hot days in July

                                            In January's snowy weather
                                            there's at least forty flakes
                                            that lies on the ground constantly
                                            forty days for goodness sakes

                                            How could I forget March
                                            with so many windy days
                                            the wind probably blows forty
                                            I just don't count the days

                                            No that can't be right
                                            so I said to myself
                                            when thirty one days are gone
                                            in a month there's none left

                                            So I'll just keep on waiting
                                            August is around the bend
                                            if there's forty foggy mornings
                                            when will September begin

                                            Susie Swanson

I'm a little late getting this one posted. To tell you the truth, I forgot about writing it until I ran across it in my untidy mess that I call files. I wrote it sometime last fall after August had come and gone.
 
This is suppose to be a true story folks. My mother told us kids years ago, there was this old lady that said she counted forty foggy mornings in August. I ask Mom , what did she reply and she said " nothing, I didn't want to hurt her feelings by telling her she was wrong or make her mad". Apparently the old lady was easy to fly off the handle as my mom used to put it.
I've thought about this little story a lot over the years and it just came to me one day to try and write something about it. I know it's not the best in the world and I probably could have done better, but I hope someone gets a laugh out of it like I did and still do.. Blessings, Susie