Drizzling myself with a concoction of salty sweat and sunscreen,
Ogling my new bathing suit in the mirror, while my neighbor
Grills his famously undercooked burgers.
Drat my long hair, it's time for a cut.
Anything below the shoulder is a sweat trap.
You have to minimize any excess layers in this blazing furnace, no -
Sauna, with this humidity that makes my hair frizz.
Breathless from existing, I pray for a cool break
Even as I lie motionless in front of a fan.
Grabbing a beverage from the fridge is all I have the energy for.
Is this going to be the death of me? I'm sweating my guts out.
Nice job, summer, you're up 1-0.
For Mikeydred's Truly July Unofficial Challenge, which can be found at this link. Wednesday, July 3rd is when the Dog Days began this summer!
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Excellent written poem
It's hot here today (for me) wonderful acrostic!
Ugh, the unbearable heat - you captured it perfectly in your poem!