Last Sunday

- Doug Love

Since I'm getting into poetry, here's some more.
This was written last Sunday, when it was raining outside
and 160% inside.

I really feel awful now,
When the humidity soars;
The whole Atlantic Ocean seems
To pour from all my pores.

My clothes are soaked, my glasses drenched.
You know, they say I oughter - 
        to keep my health,
        (my only wealth)
Drink lots of extra water!

To "knit-pick", you would have to say
That I'm the world's worst sweater!
And that's why I don't like to swim.
I couldn't stand being wetter!