LACK OF HEAT…or more bitching about the cold…

Laid down at six for a little nap,

And it is warmer in my bed, anyway,

An hour at most, or so I thought,

Three hours hence I awoke to a rap,

Upon my door, a neighbor,

To see if my electric was on…

Two nights in a row,

The electric did go,

In the coldest time of the year thus far,

Conective said they would be out fast,

Yeah, sure, that is what I heard last,

It took 3 hours, from 4am to 7am,

To discover and fix the problem,

Why bother to pay the bill, oh?

For I could be dead,

Freezing in my pillows…

I at least have SOME heat,

What with coach batteries,

But most don’t, relying on their stoves,

I know, I know, I here do complain a lot of late,

But what the hell, it helps,

To keep me warm…

So if my complaining does give you a pain,

Just shove your own whine up your proverbial butt,

Cause I have reason to be upset,

And angry and tired of dealing with the extreme cold,

Although I have no reason to be pissed about my situation,

As I have put myself here, for the most part,

So to apologize just a bit,

Before the next poem I start,

Sorry for being such a pain in the, said again, proverbial butt…    (ed)