The sweat rolls down like bills unpaid
A stream flows down my spine with flair
My garments stick like clingy love
Behold! My sodden underwear!
The fan spins fast, and yet I melt
The sweat rolls down like bills unpaid
The Western world shrugs "autumn's here"
La Nina's promise? Overplayed!
The bedsheet sighs beneath my back
My pillow leaks a sordid tale
The sweat rolls down like bills unpaid
And leaves behind a moisture trail
My deo’s gone, it tapped out fast
Its musky charm was lost in shade
That fan's not spinning fast enough
The sweat rolls down like bills unpaid!
This poem in the Quatern form was written for the dVerse MTB: 16: 4: 8: in the Grass
A Quatern is a French verse form, possibly from the Middle Ages. It is a 16-line poem made of four stanzas, where one special line keeps repeating in a different spot in each stanza.
Well done. Such vivid images, including the picture. Looks like the AC needs bumped up a few degrees! :>)
ReplyDeleteI love it…!
ReplyDeleteExcellent fun and topical write. I'm glad you didn't go with sodden underwear as a refrain!
ReplyDeleteOh... now I am getting happy to have som real cold weather
ReplyDeleteLooks like you have captured the Indian summer very well.
ReplyDeleteI wasn't aware of the Quatern form. Thanks. Learned something new.
Clever writing, enjoyed reading it
ReplyDeleteIt's cold here in the morning but during the midday, yeah, sweat rolls down!
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