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.