Gershon Wolf Poet Triolet

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 September 24, 2019 at 5:48 AM I take it that it's humid out Gershon? Lol loved the read you always make me smile!;) Brenda Chiri September 24, 2019 at 4:30 PM I feel you on that!;) I'm not far from you so I understand that humidity!;) Gershon Wolf September 24, 2019 at 10:39 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 September 23, 2019 at 2:57 PM Living in South Texas, I understand this poem perfectly. : ) Gershon Wolf September 23, 2019 at 3:38 PM Whoa! Say no more. My mother was from Houston. Talk about humidity! ~ gw

Kim Rodrigues September 23, 2019 at 1:44 PM A well-done sing-song triolet...one that complains. Gershon Wolf September 23, 2019 at 2:44 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