Nothing to get excited about
No need to write the folks back home
But if you like certainly
Alert the press cause
It’s your average annual
Airconditioned poem
Just doing what the contract
If there was a contract
Doesn’t tell us to do

You know
Warm air gets sucked in
Cold blown out
It’s a clean machine whose filter
Needs a scrub once a year
Before it’s sent back to battle
In the bedroom window

We’re under a different kind of lockdown
For the next four days
Yet still welcome to go out anytime
Some of us preferring the morning
For obvious reasons
Though evenings can be pleasant as well
But we digress cause

It’s just your average annual poem
About air conditioning
And yes if you must know
There was one last year
But don’t ask us for a title
Though you can be sure it involved
Pumping out those BTUs


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