Have you noticed? It’s hot.
In between trying to mute the voice in my head that’s telling me this blazing sun is heralding the beginning of the end of this planet, I’m desperately trying to keep cool, like everyone else.
My thighs, in the meantime, seem to have sparked a summer fling, and are inseparable, bringing with them another seasonal problem.
So I wrote my latest Honest Haiku about it.
Honest Haiku: Thirteen
My thighs are red raw,
no thanks to summer lovin’ –
join the chub rub club.
Jo Fisher Writes 
This one made me laugh. The haiku and your description of them having a “summer fling”
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