Local Warming

'Twas so hot that I shivered
     My lips so dry they quivered

  Salty tears clouded my eyes
     my plumbing bowdlerized
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July 25, 2023 at 3:02 AM
Oohoo! Been there myself. My heart goes out to you my friend. But you still manage to keep your sense of propriety. Good one Gershon. God Bless, JB
Wolf Avatar
July 25, 2023 at 6:58 PM
Must have some cold-blooded Brit in me somewhere. lol.
Fisher Avatar
July 24, 2023 at 4:38 PM
Well said, and those are surely the four symptoms; even after I had to look up bowdlerize.
Wolf Avatar
July 25, 2023 at 6:58 PM
A little secret: I had to look up bowelerize too. Ya-hoo!
Romios Avatar
July 24, 2023 at 1:47 PM
Very witty and your chicest of word is superb as usual. Pangie
Wolf Avatar
July 24, 2023 at 7:55 PM
Very kind of you, Pangie. Thank you so much. Happiness and Health, Gershon
George Avatar
July 23, 2023 at 11:28 PM
I enjoyed the title and the poem alike. Shall I give you a pail of water to moisten your parched lips.... :)
Wolf Avatar
July 24, 2023 at 7:54 PM
How about a jug of honey?! ~ Winnie-the-Pooh
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