Tuesday

Under the Whether




(Hot is hot, whether or not it leaves me fraught.)

I used to love to stand in steam;
Hot showers were my friend.
But now they’re just a horrid dream –
I totter till they end.


It’s not that I despise the drip,
And I still lather clean.
But heat can send me on a trip
Requiring Dramamine.

Such paroxysms make me reel;
I’m glad to have a rail.
An unintentional cartwheel
Would go beyond the pale.

My hands and feet no more may prune.
I rinse off and step out.
Before I can belt out a tune,
It’s time to stop the spout.
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson


Image:
Theme art – adapted from public domain image
Still from Judith, 1966


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