If you were here you'd be there by now and by there I mean Noon, but you'll get there soon enough.

Already 24 degrees and rising to 33 if you believe the forecasters, those weather masters who as we all know are never wrong,

you're playing the same old song,
She says,
but these days old songs are all that
I know.

Siesta
when you're allowed to go crazy
when She let's me be lazy
for a couple of hours.

I'll take a nap,
first though
a slab of Ice Cream
the killer vanilla one
which She makes so well.