My Muse goes AWOL in the heat
When every day the sun I greet
I try but fail to find new themes
Is this what retirement means ?
With ne’er a cloud in peerless sky
All laundry in no time is dry
While aircon hums like sleepy bee
I just read books or make Mum tea.
« News Breakfast » TV : Middle East
Humanitarian needs increase ;
Here in Oz sharp rental hike
Disgruntled Aussies go on strike !
Moisturising body cream
Protects and adds a vital sheen
So, why wear make-up in this heat ?
Beware gnarled cracks in sandalled feet !
Slow pace of life in torrid times
Where loose clothing now defines
The Southern chic so, I obey;
Forgotten - winter’s northern grey !
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
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