by joetwo

Not able for this

Skin not right

not able to cope to resist the constant onslaught

burning like a prune, blistering in the sun


Not made for this

Far too hot

Too busy for the heat

can’t function in the warmth


Not prepared for this

not enough water stashed

What is this sun-cream of which you speak?

We never had weather like this before


This is unsuitable

We pray and pray for a meteorological miracle

But can’t cope with the consequences

The eternal jest of getting what you wish for.