Le Voyage Magnifique

Poor Thing

We are having a sweltering heat wave,
and Mom is burning to a crisp, poor thing.
She sits beside the pool with drink in hand
while her skin gets red and blistered, poor thing.

We are staying cool while swimming in pool,
unaware of Mom's dilemma, poor thing.
Come time to leave, we find her shriveled corpse,
still sitting there with drink in hand, poor thing.

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Written for the August, 2021, round of the "Monsters Under The Bed - CLOSED"  contest with the prompt to rewrite the Nursery Rhyme The North Wind Doth Blow   with a dark twist.