Humor Air Condtioner Broke
Do they have souls of their own?
That break and let us perspire and moan?
I just want to leave this steaming town.
Those AC’s, such insensitive clowns.
They wait happily till it gets to be in the nineties.
They happily break and you sleep in sweaty nighties!
These devilish demons cost us plenty money.
But in hot climates, are as sweet as the best honey!
5-16-2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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