The Current Crisis

Dear buddy, you haven’t got heat or hot water?
   Wear long johns, a coat, and a beanie?
Your shower’s so cold it would shiver an otter?
   I’ve no answer, my friend—I’m no genie.

It’s the same over here. I can’t warm up my rice,
   live on lettuce, walk round in nine layers.
I feel like I’m bathing in buckets of ice.
   Let us send one another our prayers:

Soon the birds will arrive, trilling loudly and clear,
   magnolias and snowdrops will bloom,
and our lawns will revive, till we suddenly hear
   an ICBM going “BOOM!”

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(Appeared in Lighten Up Online.)