40 Degrees

 

Please forgive me WOLers

I'm still in silly land

My thermostats not working

This poem's far from grand

 

Santa's given me

Books to read on holly's

40 degree temperature

I'm not real Santa-jolly

 

Gotta go and look

For a cool place and

One that doesn't use power

Beach! But damn there's sand

 

Flying round real gritty

Kicked up by some kid

I'm trying to read and not take power

From the power grid

 

Santa didn't take advice

And change deers with some 'roos

They all came down with heatstroke

As Arctic deers will do

 

OK you've writ some drivel

Which Santa won't repeat

You've found somewhere sustainable

Away from all your heat

 

Don Matthews December 2018