Joe Maverick Poet Rhyme

Its Summer Its Hot

In Northern Europe its hot, in Britain its not, its
Windy with rain; fir the media ita a pain ' their
Narrative is not, about vairiables.. (its hot!) They
Need crisis its plain.' So they create and groan '
Make projections speak tomes ' disaster their
Grist, there's no conjecture they miss ' its like
There has ever been, temprature above mean'
As temporary..Yet we've seen it before.' Covid
Still in the score.! how many will die? Will it climb
To the sky? Will they have been 'protected by
Augumentation injected ? God bless any we
Lose, in health not so rude.' Its a scar on my
Mind, i'll accept no others in kind.' Scream as
Much as you like.' I advise take a bike and enjoy
Summertime, before foul days come as per
Creations design.'

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Linda Alice Fowler August 4, 2023 at 2:54 PM Hi Joe. Is no one ever satisfied? Too hot, too cold, too staid, too dry, too comical? They say "...this too, will pass..." Nice write my friend. :)

Janice Canerdy July 22, 2023 at 6:18 PM Very descriptive of how we feel about the conditions, Joe. I gripe too; nothing changed! :-) Janice Joe Maverick July 23, 2023 at 1:53 PM Goid to hear from you Janice.' Thank you so much.)

Vijay Pandit July 22, 2023 at 10:36 AM Yes indeed, enjoy the summer time, no matter how hot--for the gelid days of winter will soon agonize. I hear your message, Joe. Joe Maverick July 22, 2023 at 12:27 PM Hello Vijay.' I see you are braving The soupbowl and giving comment.' Maybe even hope.? Good to see your thoughts.'

Andrea Dietrich July 19, 2023 at 12:34 PM good one, Joe. Bike on! Joe Maverick July 19, 2023 at 1:47 PM Thanks my stalwart friend.' All blessings.,!