So drowsily we all plod on
In a unfamiliar frame of mind
High temperatures can be a bind!
The Great God Lethargy now reigns
And our enthusiasm wanes
Too hot to walk, we take the tram
And sweat against our fellow man!
Not keen to trudge down to the shop
We make do with what we’ve got.
Why cook, when sandwiches suffice
We keep the fridge chock full of ice.
No rainfall means the plants soon droop
Though watering makes them cock a hoop!
While flies and bugs have multiplied
Jellyfish swim on North Sea tide!
We prayed for sun which did not come
Then in July we’re overcome
We’re wondering now if this was wise;
Bring on the showers and grey skies!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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