Ode to an Air Conditioner*

I’ll admit that life has been off kilter,
Which explains why I didn’t change your filter.

But just because I didn’t play my part,
Did you have to raise “the cold shoulder” to an art?

I was upset and sad to find you in one frozen block.
Your innards were white, I discovered with shock.

No cool air, no cold air, no kind of air at all,
So I gave my trusty AC guy a call.

But for now the cats sit in their furry summer coats,
And I silently wish I had some kind of boat,
To take me away from my now stuffy home.
Hey – do you think it’s this hot in Rome?


*With many apologies to poets everywhere.