Thursday, June 3, 2010

Capital punishment

There's no need to workout,
In the current heat bout,
The wind's on the boil, 
We sweat without toil, 
You'll shed kilos even if you're stout.

The heat wave's beginning to roast, 
Our bodies into toast, 
The neurons gather silt,
While our frames sag and wilt,
We'll keel over and give up the ghost.

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