5098 - Nine o’ clock

It’s nine in the evening, the sun has sunk

But it’s so humid, it’s Humid 19!!!

The door’s open, get air circulating 

But dinner aroma from below’s been 

Entering through that open door, onion

Smell even making my eyes sting. I smell 

That geezer’s cooking through the floorboards on

Many an occasion, but this is hell

My eyes are stinging through trying to stay cool

Now that damn dog across the road’s barking 

It sounds even louder with door open 

Need an air rifle (joke, hey, can’t you tell?)

But at least it feels like summer. Not been 

Many days like this, this year - almost none!