No objection to cold weather, but...

ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb

to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom.

perhaps cuz mine generation
nsync with baby boom.

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless (three plus) scores of years
I quickly grew

impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,

yours truly haint 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!