Summer Does Not Please Me, (just something with which to kill my 114 degree Summer Doldrums) Options

[Ali zonak]

Summer Does Not Please Me
(just something with which to kill my 114 degree F Summer Doldrums)

Fierce Summer came with rapid strides,
Soon after May bade us adieu.
My always perky pace slowed down
And now I'm feeling hot and blue.

I'm looking for the coolest spot--
That's bound to be about my house;
The only one immune to this--
Appears to be my lovely spouse--

But I am bored--so bored and sick
Of this infernal summer’s heat,
And now with fondness I recall
Past winter’s chill and snow and sleet.

I praise man's ingenuity
That wrought technology . . . the thing
We call “com-pu-ter,” where I sit,
And then--my air-con-di tion-ing.