The sun's not out this morning
But its sweltering
Its as if I am in a sauna
but I'm not
A Sauna is an half an hour
of luxury
Here its every waking hour
I've got!

When I think the last day of October
And here I am just sitting leaking sweat
My arms, they are just slipping off the table
I do not have to run around to get
To this stage,I can write my sheaths of poems
And stick them on the internet for you
When you get a minute you can read them
And know in fact exactly what I do