It’s still hot wet and humid this summer,
Weather forecasts consistently tell us this.
But do I need these determinations?
Enough I wake up to a big damp kiss.
And this has nothing to do with passion;
Couldn’t be more the opposite in fact.
This year I have never felt more woeful,
I’m extremely wrung out to be exact.
So there’s some who will come the Old Soldier -
Tell me I don’t know nuthin about nuthin,
(That spray of negatives really went well)
‘You go try February in Darwin’.
What - it’s worse than this damp version of hell?