Languishing in my room with the air conditioner booming
I curse the season and its dog days.
Done with the most horrible?. Is it not? reasons my friend
from the other side oof the world.
I am on the eastern side in a tropical country
while she is on the west in a temperate zone.
If only she is before me I would have smacked her
she is thousands of miles further away.
She senses my repugnance, continues her parody
states I need no jackets to keep warm.
I yell at her impertinence. I am burning
and she engages in a comedy.
She is bent on infuriating me. I recognise her character
a saucy one who mocks and ridicules.
She is an imp.
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