Muggy
Feeling sluggy when it's muggy
Surely is the norm.
Nothing's gained when I feel drained
'Cause temps are way too warm.
In my lair I blast the air
And rarely venture out,
Wond'ring why, with temps so high,
I'd gallivant about.
There are those, I do suppose,
Who like this kind of hot.
Rest assured, that strikes no chord;
Among them I am not.
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