by the time we finish chopping the wood 
we're already feeling warm
but hasn't heat been made stuffy! 
since centigrade's been born
         
fabricating tropical swelter 
sensibilities get the sack
back in fahrenheit days when the goosebumps raised
you'd do your front and then your back
         
thoughts from open and outdoor fires
leap in flickering bliss
and as the night grows shorter 
the embers reminisce
         
you can place between your heaters and me 
a great deal of dinky die air
you didn't even kindle it rained today 
it did rain, I was there
         
to realise well your weather
is a charm I recommend
thermostat is a word I've banned
so now I have to end
         
         copyright 2003 robbo
australia's most sensitized poet
         
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