I don't like the sun when it's hot,
don't like hot weather.
Now I've netted the plum
the bugger-bird eyes the unnettable vine.
There is plenty of grape for it and me;
beside, I have the aam panna recipe.
We don't get raw mango here; what the heck,
I'll use raw grape; pick before the peck.
I call aam panna Kumarmani,
after the recipe provider-poet.
GKA, Great Kool Aid, I say otherwise -
they say it counters heat rise.
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