heat miser! (Photo credit: picturemommy)
An original poem by Holly.
I hate heat.
It saps my energy.
It makes me cranky.
It makes me sweat.
And not in a good way.
I don’t even rhyme.
The End.
(Did I mention how much I hate heat?)
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I loved the mr. Heat miser song from that claymation holiday flick. Now you got the song in my head. ~They call me heat miser, whatever I touch sarts to melt in my clutch, I’m too much. ~ I hope you found some escape into cooler temps by now.
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Heat AND an ear worm …. what more can you ask for? I’m sitting in front of an AC … that’s the best I can do for right now.
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