Poorly have I slept, and brief
The A/C brought no real relief
To upstairs bedroom sheathed in heat
I’ve sweated through my winding sheet
I love the sun
Don’t get me wrong
Just not so hot
And not so long
Two Mondays in a single week
Have left me shuddering and lost.
Two Fridays, too, made it less bleak–
TG2F–but at what cost?
Tuesday will not appreciate
The slight, nor Thor glad yield his day.
Wednesday alone sloughs off the weight
Of workday stress; the rest? No way.
As now from weekend heat we cringe
Take comfort in the karmic rule:
Two Fridays in a week’s a binge,
So one warm weekend should be cool.
It’s cold outside and wet as well
This time last week was hot as Hell
Assuming Hell’s like 30 C
(The office number next to me)
On a northbound bus
On a bright, hot afternoon
On the right-hand side
The sun descends
The heat abates
The work week ends
When you were young
You’d grab a brush
And paint the town
Now, there’s no rush
The cricket choir
Finds its tune
The rising moon
You raise a glass
Here we go