Dear buddy, you haven’t got heat or hot water?
Wear long johns, a coat, and a beanie?
Your shower’s so cold it would shiver an otter?
I’ve no answer, my friend—I’m no genie.
It’s the same over here. I can’t warm up my rice,
live on lettuce, walk round in nine layers.
I feel like I’m bathing in buckets of ice.
Let us send one another our prayers:
Soon the birds will arrive, trilling loudly and clear,
magnolias and snowdrops will bloom,
and our lawns will revive, till we suddenly hear
an ICBM going “BOOM!”
(Appeared in Lighten Up Online.)
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