Iced Tea
The heat is so oppressive, I’m tempted to agree
Hell couldn’t be any hotter indeed, so I shall flee
To the arctic regions of my air-conditioned home
Becoming a sad recluse like a disconcerted gnome,
Thank goodness, I am a southerner of true gentility
Knowing the intrinsic value of homemade iced tea!
Written July 23, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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