Heatwave

Heatwave 

An Azores high

Or a Spanish plume

The heat moves in

A heat wave does loom

The hot sticky nights

The duvet comes off

The pollen goes up

And starts does a cough

We’ve waited for this

Yay summer is here

Well actually no

Want cool to be near

See I’m goldilocks

Need 20 degrees

Above or below

Too hot or I freeze

But when it is gone

And autumn comes in

I sure will be waiting

‘Til summer begins

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.