HUMIDITY
As summer fades to the rains of fall
The chuckle of the brook turns to laugh.
The mold gains strength in my shower stall
And beware the abundance of staph.
Clouds billow from my spaghetti pot
Rust creeps upon my brads.
My brow beads with sweat alot,
My hair as soft as Brillo pads.
Moisture fills the heavy air,
Every breath of breeze divine.
Clammy skin sticks to the leather chair.
The laundry just steams on the line.
Who calls this "paradise" is crazy.
Or maybe they have central A/C.
there is no
the end
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Sonnet of Humidity
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5 comments:
Ray,
That was beautiful... really.
I have to agree. Very nice, I am there with you in spirit!
my feet are freezing and my face is chafed...... I so hate you right now.
Thanks Aim and Cheryl. I feel like there's a tiny, disturbed poet in me just waiting to burst out.
Don't hate, Ambie. I had to put capris on Faith this morning because it was so cold.
This is totally unrelated to your post, though I had to chuckle about the need for capri's because Faith was cold!!
I just read my horroscope on your blog. For once it got it right! It gives losing weight an entirely new meaning!!
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