A day 6 ditty

I’ve been struggling to decide what to write today and so I thought I’d shake things up and write a little rhyme. So here goes…

 

In the Cambodian town of Kampot
It’s currently incredibly hot
Everywhere that you go
The people move slow
And generally don’t do a lot

 

When cycling into the town
Sara tries very hard to slow down
Knowing that what lies ahead
Is a face that’s bright red
And sweat trickling down to the ground

 

When arriving at her destination
She seeks out maximum ventilation
But sweat patches grow
And she continues to glow
Much to her consternation

 

An hour or more will pass by
And still bits of clothing aren’t dry
Hair is stuck to her head
And her face is still red
It’s on the tip of her tongue to scream “WHY?”

 

Why does everyone else seem so cool?
Why isn’t their neckline one big sweat pool?
How come they can cool down
Not look like they’ve half drowned?
Why isn’t their face a ruby red jewel?

 

It’s finally time to go back
To her home that’s  just past the rail track
The bike seat is so hot
It scorches her bot
An unnerving, unpleasant setback

 

Once home and behind the closed door
Her clothes are all thrown to the floor
The shower’s turned on
And some bathing is done
And boiling point is a danger no more

 

In the Cambodian town of Kampot
It’s currently incredibly hot
Everywhere that you go
The people move slow
And generally don’t do a lot

 

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