My Heatwave Solutions
If I had a swimming pool,
I’d live on a floating thingymabob,
Eat, sleep, drift, no fuss, no rules,
Just bobbing slow, a gentle job.
Sun above, water below,
Time stretched thin, a quiet flow,
No need for walls or hurried pace,
Just endless calm, a soft embrace.
It’s 27 degrees,
feels like a thousand to me,
I’m hot and need to cool,
so I’d sink into that floating pool.
Stay there all day
till Mother Nature took this heat away.
I need the winter,
the one I moaned about being too cold,
I need to shiver,
the hot tomato look
doesn’t suit me at all.
I’m moving to Iceland,
no, not the country,
the shop,
as a frozen foods manager, lol.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
Lol this was fun! It's winter here in Australia and I'm dreaming of summer!
Good one and perfect for a very hot day.
Haha I love this! That “thingymabob” sounds perfect right now — I’m melting too! 😅
I am right behind you Marie, Iceland sounds great right now. Heat saps my energy....lord, the heat must go.
good idea and provoking thought. Thanks to share.