No objection to cold weather, but... ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb

No matter birth canal

long since got breached,

countless scores of years

I quickly grew

impossible mission to plunge

(think Nestea commercial)

headfirst back into utero,

haint got any got any

handy dandy blues clue,

nonetheless said wish

I broach to you,

whether ye reside in Baku

Guangzhou

Kalamazoo

Kathmandu

Peru

Thimphu

Timbuktu.

Sudden pang roared awake

nsync like blazing saddles

hot enough to sizzle steak

torpid, humid, and

arrid extra dry to take

breath away analogous vacuumed

courtesy fire breathing dragon

chilling parched scales in great lake

already this doubting

Thomas doth hanker

for global warming yore

less than six months ago

geesh for goodness sake,

when Earth did bake

triple digit temperatures

no thirst could slake,

thus intravenous feeding
in tandem with trach

still inadequate to brake

yours truly did pine... for chill

against dehydration, ah only to wake,

when came the morrow,

where Jack and Jill

sweat buckets, this

before they climbed uphill

akin to madding crowd

clamoring, thirsting, gulping...

every last drop

essentially emptying damn

immense reservoir spill

futilely swilling parched lips till...

Old cranks shrugged off

exceptionally hot weather, and did scoff

younger generation's creature comforts

old geezers recalled

back in the day

as laddies and Tom boy

lassies did slough

no trespassing signs

skinny dipping after they shuck off

clothes giddily swinging

atop highest bough

playing hooky averse

learning would ever payoff

pitying other kids in school

former gathering rosebuds...

around lunchtime hunger

relishing stealing stroganoff

under nose of Mister Groff,

one former German World War II,

who colluded with American "boys"

despite heavily decorated luftwaffe

and posthumously honored

Veterans day getting last laugh!