The Air Conditioning Is Out Poem by Panagiota Romios
The Air Conditioning Is Out
And it's going to be 104!
Not a pleasant prospect, this
poet was wishing for.
The house gets hotter than
an oven.
The cat will lie still and be far
from movin'!
Fans just don't do the trick!
When you feel like a lit candle
wick!
Showers only add humidity to
muck.
Where's the AC repairman on
a day like this, oh, my friend,
you are out of luck!
August 12,2019
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