Sun Dear... A summer plea

Feeling hot, hot, hot
seems the mantra now
Forget a song
Can't even hear a meow.
Calling to you, Sun Dear!

Uncomfortable heat
Smelly colleagues
Even in AC rooms
no respite indeed.
Listen to me, Sun Dear!

All this money
in my purse
Can't go out
This heat's a curse.
Appealing to you, Sun Dear!

Drip, Drip, Drip
My sweaty neck
And then the back
What the heck.
I am melting here, Sun Dear!

I can feel myself cooking
going hiss, hiss, hiss
A good sunny day
doesn't refer to this.
No more havoc please, Sun Dear!

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