FLORIDA FREEZE
I packed swimming trunks
Not a restriction for monks
Anticipating a dip in the springs
After tightening the drawstrings
Once I arrived in Tampa
Felt a freeze known by Santa
There were the usual bearded trees
The Spanish moss, but strange breeze
An Arctic vortex hit the land
My dreams for dipping totally canned
Even alligators do not prefer
For them cold waters – not secure
It’s Canada’s attack on the US, this cold
Trump’s trying to buy it, he’s bully bold
Well, we’re not up for sale, Dear Sir
In Krishna’s temple, people bundle up
No one is angry, no trace of burnup
Floor tiles too frigid, try to survive
Huddle together, like in a beehive
To Tampa, Deland, Alachua, Gainesville
All southern destinies were on a chill
Wherever rain or snow have poured
Floridians have been fine and on board
I have been to plenty of devotee sanghas
While outside folks talk of rhumbas
Pirates are parading conjuring up the past
But nothing ever measures up to a bhakti blast
These lower temperatures have their place
They humble and make you more than an Ace
Dualities are truly up and down
An effect which kicks off false crowns
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