Fanatic

I’m a fan of fans, I am, In any shape or form, From window box to ceiling-hung Or those beyond the norm. They gently stir a breeze around To keep the heat at bay And when the sweat starts dripping down, They help it dry away. On days when it is brutal out, A.C.’s the better choice, Yet fans don’t get the dues they’re owed So let me be their voice. Remember folding paper fans When you were just a kid? I always felt so grateful For the cooling that they did. And in my first apartment When I couldn’t pay for air, A box fan in my window Made it comfy to be there. So become a fan fanatic And acknowledge this device Which won’t cool us off completely, But enough to feel quite nice.