Humorous poem about a man who is too hot from the weather.
The weather is scorching.
It’s really very hot.
I’m dripping beads of sweat.
Comfortable, I am not.
One hundred degrees
Is not for me.
An air conditioned home
I’d rather see.
But my air conditioner doesn’t work,
And so I sit here and sweat.
I’m too poor to have it fix.
Because I’m in terrible debt.
I’m going to a cheap movie
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After all, it’s better
Than rotting like spoiled meat.
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