I pick up my beanbag and trundle downstairs
To sit on the steps and enjoy the night airs,
Which drift oh so coolly
around me so I
Don’t feel quite so warm when the temperature’s high.
For even at night in the attic it’s hot,
And the front steps for cooling are all that I’ve got.
So it’s nice to sit out until night’s darkness falls,
Away from the heat trapped in all my flat’s walls.
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