Fanatic

I’m a fan of fans, I am,
In any shape or form,
From window box to ceiling-hung
Or those beyond the norm.

They gently stir a breeze around
To keep the heat at bay
And when the sweat starts dripping down,
They help it dry away.

On days when it is brutal out,
A.C.’s the better choice,
Yet fans don’t get the dues they’re owed
So let me be their voice.

Remember folding paper fans
When you were just a kid?
I always felt so grateful
For the cooling that they did.

And in my first apartment
When I couldn’t pay for air,
A box fan in my window
Made it comfy to be there.

So become a fan fanatic
And acknowledge this device
Which won’t cool us off completely,
But enough to feel quite nice.