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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