It’s hot as hell
And muggy too
I’m sweating so much
Do I really need a shower too?
We all stink
Of summer’s heat
But if we shower
We’ll be wetter neat
No breeze to dry me
No air-con for reprieve
A fan-less summer
Is not what I need
I do not remember
Feeling the humidity so
Is this an aging thing?
If so, then it can go.
I’m going back to being a child
They do not notice weather
They run around with not much on
Through sprinklers they sprint
And cool baths are rather fun
You can play with rubber duckies
No one casts a glance your way
If you go and roll in the hay
I’m going back to childhood
Where I don’t do much but play.
None of this darned adulating
I’m adulted out today.