My Impish Pal


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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