Winter freeze taps me on the shoulder,
asks; “can I stay at your place?
I’ll bring ice for your soft drink.”
Afraid not. I’ve invited a heatwave,
you wouldn’t enjoy yourself.
Big rain calls says I hear there’s sleepover.
No you wet the bed last time.
After a pillow fight,
heatwave had to go to the emergency room.
someone placed an iron in their pillow case.
Winter freeze crashed the party.
There were low degrees of enjoyment.