Heat motivated poetry.

With thanks to Dajana Reçi for use of the header image (licensing).

Due to the extreme heat
I do not write
In the usual attire
No
Today this poem
Comes to you from within
Nothing more
Than boxer shorts
And I care not that this rare
State of no trousers, shirt or dress
May well arouse your ire
Because frankly, my dear
Despite just having left
A very cold shower
I’m still sat here with
Great balls of fire

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