The Way It is
HEAT, THE HEAT
In the desert in seventy two
I heard a camel singing tenor.
It turned to me and said quite clearly
You wouldn't credit it
This afternoon I sifted through
those old and stained brown photos.
You and the others looked so good,
but I looked pathetic
dressed in my p.e. kit.
I was sitting at home with a headache
and trying to stay in the quiet,
when I heard the neighbours chorusing
'We wish you a merry migraine ....'