Parched grasslands threaten to catch fire
We’re overdressed in pants and bra!
Cute gecko crossing backdoor step
Some shady spot keen to detect…
Clay courts at Melbourne’s Open roast
The world’s inferno? No mean boast!
Cold water pipes in fierce sun bake,
To Hell with chores - they all can wait!
More torrid outside than within;
To sleep “perchance to dream” is in!
Those wayward flies get frequent flick,
My fingers to the keyboard stick!
It’s a witches’ cauldron scene down here
The Aussie weathermen declare.
Where ‘Hot as Hell’ takes on real meaning;
While at the Top End, it is teeming!
Stay safe
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