Poem about the power going out inside the home.
The power is out.
It’s hot inside.
The juice is gone,
And I feel fried.
My meat is spoiling.
My ice cream is dripping.
And I’m holding a warm drink
That I’m barely sipping.
Oh please come back
Mr. Energy guy.
It’s 100 outside,
And I just want to cry.
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