Sunday came,
She's leaving fast,
My days off nearly done,
For tomorrow my quill will rest a tad,
Until the evening comes,
Spent good moments writing,
Through the moments that I had,

In the morning after dawn breaks,
When work she calls me loudly,
The alarm shouts up,
Rudely in annoyance,
While waiting for my own obedience,
Off I dash again,
Virtually I sit and write,
Praying for refreshing rain,

I am dreading it,
For no doubt,
I shall sit and swelter,
Through this heatwave,
Such a belter,
I shall try to hide away,
While working through this hell fired day!
No chance of that I can't escape,
There is nowhere to hide,

I will be there with my sweet, sweet smile,
Despite the fact this heat is vile,
I will survive and soldier on until this awful,
Sunshine's heat is gone!
Great while lounging on the bed,
Otherwise this stifling heat,
Is making me feel dead!

By ladylivvi1
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