Muggy

Feeling sluggy when it's muggy Surely is the norm. Nothing's gained when I feel drained 'Cause temps are way too warm. In my lair I blast the air And rarely venture out, Wond'ring why, with temps so high, I'd gallivant about. There are those, I do suppose, Who like this kind of hot. Rest assured, that strikes no chord; Among them I am not.

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 7/9/2016 5:01:00 PM

Hear, hear! My sentiments as well. Here in New England we are being drench in the humidity. I have asthma so stay indoors as does my dog who walks about with his tongue hanging from his mouth! I give him an ice cube every now and then to cool off and he loves it. Thanks for stopping by. Keep cool. / M

Ilene Bauer
Date: 7/9/2016 7:53:00 PM

hey maurice! at least we have air-conditioning now, which at least makes this weather bearable. i love the image of your dog munching on an ice cube! thanks for the comment.....

Jean Murray

Date: 7/9/2016 1:54:00 PM

And here are we in Ireland, complaining,as usual, about rain in July. I love the way all your poems are so like lovely waves of rhymes.

Ilene Bauer
Date: 7/9/2016 7:51:00 PM

thank you for that very sweet comment, jean! i hope you get some sunshine soon.....