Sweat

It’s summer in the city,
So we can’t really fret
When humid days crop up and we
Are drenched in pools of sweat.

I walked today for twenty blocks
And all my clothes were soaked.
A person who was not as fit
Might certainly have croaked.

I hate when drips slide down your chest,
Your underwear is clinging;
And salty perspiration in your eyes
Will cause some stinging.

When you are sweaty, just one cure
Will change to sweet your sour:
And that’s luxuriating in
A soothing, cleansing shower.

And just in case that grimy feeling
Doesn’t disappear,
Get yourself some fresh, clean clothes
And grab a cold, crisp beer!