Ain’t it always the way,

I don’t need heat in the day,

But come night the temps plummet,

That’s when the propane runs out,

On that you can surely bet…J

I awaken to a cold abode,

Freezing off my toes,

This does not for a hot shower well bode,

Let alone the thought of sitting down on a chilly commode…J

Sometimes I can guess when the tank will run out,

Then again I forget half the time with out a doubt,

So as I carefully crawl from my heat blanketed bed,

I pinch myself to make sure I am not frozen dead…J