Hot Dreams
It is so hot because the summer sun shines, Thank you for reading I hope it rhymes. I wish I could peel off my skin to cool down, This is silly so please don’t frown. I wish it was cooler my brain is boiling, Words float about but non sense forming. Why isn’t there a fan for when there is no breeze, A chest of ideas in my brain I keep but lost the keys. When it was cold I had to wear a hat, Started to write when I wish I could chat. My hat is a roller rolling a grassy pitch, Used to rolling out ideas I wish I had ditched. Things dissolve in summer sweat when the hair is waxed, So I take a different stand and then my lobes are taxed. It becomes heavy and the hair fall like autumn leaves, Surprised you have read this far ignoring all my peeves. The weather is never perfect my patience always shot, I am indebted for your patience over the lines I have wrought. And my head always aches or my belly or back, Pens dwell in my drawer by no means...