Our AC works it’s only that
The afternoons are rough
The heat of sun, while good for fun
Makes cooling rather tough
And so it is at three o’clock
It’s feeling kind of hot
Today, again, the bosses ask
“Why is our AC shot?”
In simple terms it’s not broken
Cool air from vents still flows
But once it’s exited the vents
We don’t know where it goes
And though our team is good at law
We won’t decide to sue
The landlord is a friend of ours
But what are we to do?
Long-term we will replace the box
While short-term plans are clear
And if you guessed I’ll work from home
You’re all too right I fear