Popsicle

Phooey! Winter! Here’s to warmer weather and keeping some artistic expression in what’s too fast becoming just an online diary. Ewwwww.

When it’s summer over there take care
There’s no rooms with air conditioning
No satellites, no costly things

Don’t take an icy treat to eat
It will melt all over your hand and stick
And a tongue-depressor’s no fun to lick

Now I’m living in this room of aggravation
I can’t stand being where there’s no dehumidification

So I’ll build a boat of ice and float
To where summer’s waters never soak
My popsicle

Because density’s no bother
For the ice that floats on water
Is my popsicle

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