No Objection To Cold Weather But

No objection to cold weather, but... ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb No matter birth canal long since got breached, countless scores of years I quickly grew impossible mission to plunge (think Nestea commercial) headfirst back into utero, haint got any got any handy dandy blues clue, nonetheless said wish I broach to you, whether ye reside in Baku Guangzhou Kalamazoo Kathmandu Peru Thimphu Timbuktu. Sudden pang roared awake nsync like blazing saddles hot enough to sizzle steak torpid, humid, and arrid extra dry to take breath away analogous vacuumed courtesy fire breathing dragon chilling parched scales in great lake already this doubting Thomas doth hanker for global warming yore less than six months ago geesh for goodness sake, when Earth did bake triple digit temperatures no thirst could slake, thus intravenous feeding in tandem with trach still inadequate to brake yours truly did pine... for chill against dehydration, ah only to wake, when came the morrow, where Jack and Jill sweat buckets, this before they climbed uphill akin to madding crowd clamoring, thirsting, gulping... every last drop essentially emptying damn immense reservoir spill futilely swilling parched lips till... Old cranks shrugged off exceptionally hot weather, and did scoff younger generation's creature comforts old geezers recalled back in the day as laddies and Tom boy lassies did slough no trespassing signs skinny dipping after they shuck off clothes giddily swinging atop highest bough playing hooky averse learning would ever payoff pitying other kids in school former gathering rosebuds... around lunchtime hunger relishing stealing stroganoff under nose of Mister Groff, one former German World War II, who colluded with American "boys" despite heavily decorated luftwaffe and posthumously honored Veterans day getting last laugh!