April you scorch me
My throat dries up
Sitting in ac at 17
I still sweat
I think the gas is leaking
I blame the plumber
The electrician
The annual maintenence a waste
A pedestal fan directed towards me
And my colleague who is also 48
We both blaming everything we
Can lay eyes on
Something like a fever yes I agreed
The others - yeah it's hot
Getting hotter every year
Being said every now and then
But they do look cooler than us
I call my aunt with doubts
Yeah dear she says the climacteric often
causes such havoc ,
Oh this is midlife crisis
The next day I conveyed the same to my
dear colleague who always concurs to my views
Haven't we been blaming poor April
And every other possible
While the fault lies in our timeline
We decide upon the making
Asparagus racemosus supplements
Into our diet
hope it helps
Written forFriday Writings #123: April
Oh yes! I recall those temperature shifts ~~ vividly. You composed this poem ~~ perfectly!
ReplyDeleteLucky me, I got through it with very few of the symptoms others complain of. I like the way you can write about it both descriptively and humorously.
ReplyDeleteMy internal thermostat didn't fluctuate like that when I hit 50. It had always been set on "warm," and it still is...so no hot "flashes," I'm just a red-hot aunt!
ReplyDeletePris cilla King
Great take on April!
ReplyDeleteinteresting way you make this work and use the April prompt. Well done.
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