A Seat in the Shade

Today, I’m afraid

That a seat in the shade

Isn’t even the slightest bit cool,

So each person who’s stayed

And the choice that she’s made

Must appear to be that of a fool.

 

When there’s A/C at home

There’s no reason to roam

With the temps hitting 90 degrees,

So as I write my poem,

Every brain cell I comb

Tells me – get back inside right now – please!