Sweaty bedsheets, how I loathe you,

Clinging to me as I sleep.

All my prayers have been answered;

I’m so happy I could weep!

Oh sweet sleep that I envisioned,

Bundled up in all my covers.

Yes, my room is air conditioned,

Right above me now it hovers!

Hum hum, oh air conditioner!

Hum with all your might and power!

It’s so nice to not be sweating,

To feel clean after a shower!

You’re so cool and chill and fresh!

No appliance can compete!

Who needs microwaves or laptops?!

They can’t take away the heat!

This is my careful, heartfelt ode

To the machine that stole my heart.

A/C set on the highest mode,

I sadly melt when we’re apart.

I would throw away my tent,

My sleeping bag, and my shampoo,

If only I had enough room,

Oh dear A/C, to carry you.

But alas, you’re in the wall,

Heavy and tall,

My pack’s too small,

And I would fall.

I can’t do anything at all,

Except to wait until Nepal...