The heatwave goes on, a word from the past
High pressure, but not of the stressful kind
It's of a weather kind, but if you're last
House before the moors, then you'll want to grind
Your teeth over the fires and smoke that winds
Its way down the valley and makes you choke
Being stuck in the office was a bind
After Blackpool beach yesterday. I spoke
To my manager, hoping to revoke
The requirement tomorrow to do just
The same and waste the sun. It's so unkind
I can't work at home, so instead, no joke
I'll come early and go early, on grass
Outside my flat I'll lie, try get more tanned
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