Too many hot things
in my life.
The Mister doesn’t usually craft poetry. We took an unplanned walk around uptown, bought chai lattes and a pair of cookies. It was a bit chilly but he complained about being hot. I said “Of course you’re hot. You have a hot drink, a hot cookie, and a hot wife.”
As we walked back, he came up with the poem and was quite proud of himself. He told me I should “write it down because it’s poetry”.
So I did.
And, yes, he knows it’s being posted for day 15 of OctPoWriMo. 😉
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