The Queensland Summer
by Lord R.e. Taylor
Red Hot nights
No relief in sight
Sleep is a distant memory
You lie in your bed
Unable to breathe
Even the water you drink is too hot
So you suffer and you pray
Wishing for even a gentle breeze
You realise you may be being punished
Maybe for some sin a lifetime ago
So, you apologise to the universe
But it does no good
You are in a Queensland summer
And that, my friend, will never end
© Poem – VII/XV/MMXXIII
LRET
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