Bring on the Construction Crew (Wishful Thinking)

The days are getting cooler, and beach time is nearly past.
The time for ogling male eye-candy is leaving us real fast!
Soon, there'll be no more Speedos on the beach,
Summer tourists gone from reach!
The six pack abs I see today may be my very last.

Months lie ahead before another summer season;
Until then, there just no tempting reason
To spend time strolling on the shore.
Fully clothed beach bums are a bore,
And dog walkers just aren't pleasin'.

With luck, they'll be working on my street-
Indian summer would be sweet!
The cool air would be erased,
Hard hatters bare to the waist
Would be my eyes' autumn treat!