The "Magic City" Seals Its Tragic Fate

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Mar 21, 2018 11:05
(Some comic verse inspired by today's high temperature of 90℉/32.22℃)

Though spring is sprung, yet nought is well
In this the town wherein I dwell.
A searing wind doth scorch the land,
As if sent by foul demon's hand.

90 degrees on Spring's first day,
"How could that be?" I hear you say.
The Spring Equinox, yet so warm,
90 degrees but no alarm.

"Where is this place," I hear you ask,
”This place where huge iguanas bask?"
A town perch'd on our eastern shore,
This town termites and snakes adore.

O irony so bittersweet!
As icecaps hasten their retreat,
This place where A/C runs all day,
Just to keep the sweating at bay.

This place where nearly no one strays
On foot beneath the potent rays
Will be one of the first to go,
Swallowéd up by ocean's flow.

Global warming provokes much gloom,
As higher do tides loom and loom.
Much hotter temps, yet more A/C,
O Miami, woe unto thee!

O tragic city! O benighted town!
(Please God turn your thermostat down!)
For sea creatures must thou make room,
Thy wastrel ways have sealed thy doom!