Letter to the Editor: Humid

To the Editor:

Humid, Humid, Humid,
The air is fit to drink.
Humid, Humid, Humid,
I can not even think.

Humid, Humid, Humid,
My hair is plastered to my face.
Humid, Humid, Humid,
I wish I was in a different place.

Humid, Humid, Humid,
As I lie on the floor.
Humid, Humid, Humid,
This day is such a bore.

Humid, Humid, Humid,
Oh, I wish the air was dry.
Humid, Humid, Humid,
How slow the day goes by.

Moriah Downing
Age 13
Waukon