Hot and cold

​Stricken I sit full of woe

Planted on my front porch

Watching footie with a cup o’ Joe

The sun like a frikkin torch
How did this happen what did I miss

An hour ago I was frozen

Who’d I piss off to end up like this

This isn’t what I had chosen
Now it’s too hot I should do what it takes

I should change into something cooler

But this is footie there are no breaks

’til halftime not a minute sooner
So here I sit stewing in the sun

Trying to speed time with prayers

No injuries, yellow cards or other fun

So I can strip off several layers
Cripes it’s hot suddenly… 🙂

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