TURN OFF THE HEAT
 

Sleeping is impossible
It is nature’s heat from hell
Tossing, turning probable
We could use a cooler spell.

The fan is blowing very hot
There is no relief in sight
Pity babies in a cot
In summers heat of the night.

Itching, scratching prickly heat
Leaving lumps and bumps so sore
Feeling like over done meat
Sweat oozing from every pore.

TeAnne © 25 Feb 1999

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