Ode To Ac
A breeze is nice, but my advice
When temperatures are soaring
Is get inside where you can hide
And cooler air is pouring.
I guarantee that with A/C
Your mood will be improving
And you can do the normal things
Like standing up and moving.
For when I get a coat of sweat
I’m cranky and I’m sluggish.
An A/C blast will get me past
To where I’m almost smuggish.
When people name what they acclaim’s
The number one invention,
It’s cars or planes or P.C. brains
But what they rarely mention
Is B.T.U.’s, so I’ll effuse
On how they help with cooling.
Without A/C, well, woe is me!
(And really, I’m not fooling!)
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