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It's Humid Out

It's humid out, the world's annoyed Polite folks swear, their nerves threadbare No energy by noon or so It's humid out, the world's annoyed Exhausted now, you've labored so Too much to bear, you sit and stare It's humid out, the world's annoyed Polite folks swear, their nerves threadbare

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Brenda Chiri

Date: 9/24/2019 5:48:00 AM

I take it that it's humid out Gershon? Lol loved the read you always make me smile!;)

Brenda Chiri
Date: 9/24/2019 4:30:00 PM

I feel you on that!;) I'm not far from you so I understand that humidity!;)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/24/2019 10:39:00 AM

Yeah, ha-ha. It had been really humid for three days in Chicago prior to this write, and I just hate having to turn the air conditioner on, especially mid-September on. But to avoid grouchiness and lethargy (and to sleep soundly), I pretty much had no choice. Thanks, Brenda. Here's to low humidity. Cheers, Gershon

Chris Green

Date: 9/23/2019 2:57:00 PM

Living in South Texas, I understand this poem perfectly. : )

Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/23/2019 3:38:00 PM

Whoa! Say no more. My mother was from Houston. Talk about humidity! ~ gw

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 9/23/2019 1:44:00 PM

A well-done sing-song triolet...one that complains.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/23/2019 2:44:00 PM

Hmm. I hadn't thought of this one as complaining. I've re-read it now, and I see your point. I don't know that the poem's worth is nullified, but it is concerning. Thanks for the heads-up. Appreciated. :) gw