In my room, there is a breeze.
It's coming from my window.
It is causing me to freeze,
And makes the curtain blow.
My head is cold always.
Just my luck, my first floor flat
Has no heat to console me.
So a little heater that
Sits on the floor and only
Is the source of warmth.
The warm air battles with the cold,
Both over my face waft.
They cause my eyes and throat to scold
my situation daft.
I cannot seem to win.
Tis late, and time to now retire
and try to get some sleep;
to forget this moment dire
before I start to weep.
Melodramatic me.
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