BEASTLY TALES

STUPEFACTION

What a pity, Oh, how sad,
It’s summer we’re heading into. Real bad!
Southern Hemisphere, it’s nearly summertime,
Extreme heat, unrelenting, an extreme clime!
The brain is dormant, out of action,
This weather generates stupefaction.
Without an invigorating, energizing chill,
One can quickly become a bit of a dill.
Hibernation, a state of escape,
From winter’s extreme cold, an icy drape.
But, in more tropical climes,
Reverse hibernation, a sign of the times.
And, with Global Warming, it’ll only get worse.
Greedy polluters should be exposed in manner most terse.

Equatorial Regions have always been horrid,
Every day a fricassee sizzle in temperatures torrid.
It was the same a few hundred years ago,
Perhaps the reason for development slow.
Slower than European countries to the north,
They were building big cities, so on and so forth.
Whereas, in Africa they were playing Marimbas,
While carefully avoiding all Leonine Simbas.
In Mexico, they invented Siesta Time,
To help counteract a very hot clime.

Stupefaction, a most perfect word,
To describe reaction to weather absurd.
If one is not fit, or just an old bloke,
Exertion in hot weather leads to heat stroke.
Happened to me once, just quite by chance,
And I was carried away in an ambulance!
There they were, putting cathode suckers on my chest,
Just because I wasn’t feeling the best.

Reptiles, scorpions and arachnids all,
Thrive the best in weather that does appal.
Permanently dripping wet, in a miasma of sweat,
Clothes sticking to one, how hot can it get!
In India they relied on a Punkah Luva,
A large swinging fan, heat relief a “soother”,
The cord pulled by a most patient Wallah,
Such an occupation now, difficult to follow.

Prolonged hot weather, known as a heat wave,
Make most folk feel weak, even the brave.
It saps energy, and initiative too,
Makes one pine for Kalamazoo,
Located, providentially, in Canada’s north,
Where, right now, it would be very cold, for what it’s worth.
And, on a sizzling day, such as today,
It would be worth a whole summer long stay!

Muscles give out, involuntary relaxing,
Due to such excess heat stupefaction,
Dehydrated through excess sweating,
Soon a desiccated cinder, we’re betting.
No relenting, no dissenting,
Seems like steam, we are venting.
Suffocating, can’t get our breath,
Are we, perhaps, near to death!
Fry an egg, on a spade,
Eat it quick, before we’re laid.
Yes, laid out upon the sand,
Sizzling hot, not so grand.
Dig for water, none is there.
Now we feel a sharpish scare.
Sun shines on, unrelenting,
Hot, so hot, as a volcano venting!