Heatwave

The Polar Bears and Penguins are sweatin’ up a storm,

  meanwhile back in Podunk it’s never been this warm.

It’s a caldron outdoors, the drippin’ sweat just pours,

  at the crowded shores, the temperature still soars.

There ain’t no end to the records that we break,

  there’s nuthin’ we can do but sit here and bake.

It’s balmy in Iceland, Greenland is, well… green.

  this drought is the worst that we have ever seen.

The Hurricanes are lined up a-waitn’ for their turn,

  pretty some they’ll head out to make the water churn.

Canada’s on fire, the smoke is headed South,

  cover up your nose and cover up your mouth.

The glaciers are all gone, your skis you’ll hafta’ pawn,

  what’s hotter than Tucson? Maybe the Yukon.

The waters of the Gulf are like a big hot tub,

  the algae and the seaweed causin’ a hubbub.

You need asbestos shoes to step upon the street,

  or you’re gonna’ burn the bottoms of your feet.

There’s no relief in sight, ain’t much better in the night,

  drinkin’ Gin and Sprite ain’t gonna make it right.

It’s maybe just Dog Days, or perhaps a global phase,

  we can sit here in a daze, or make some peach parfaits.

Just turn the A/C on and wish the heat were gone,

  or be like the Mastodon who crossed the Rubicon.

LDT July 25. ‘23

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