Outage

Con Ed had a lot of doubtage
‘Bout what caused our power outage.
For sixteen hours, we did swelter;
Home became a stuffy shelter.

Walking nine flights in pitch black
Could cause some panic to attack.
Those who lacked a flashlight’s beam
Went down a bit in self-esteem.

Sleep was tough, with lots of sweat;
Dribs and drabs were all we’d get.
No computers or TV;
What I missed most, though, was A/C.

Finally, Con Ed came through,
Doing what they had to do.
We suffered, but it wasn’t lasting;
Now I’m cool, with A/C blasting!