bad poetry anyone?

it is a beautiful day today.
i am at work with the door open.
the kiln is running in the back producing great amounts of heat.
that door is closed... which helps.
i turn on the air so it will not get too hot.
the front door is still open.
but now it is too cold.
i turn off the air.
already i can feel the heat creeping in like an unwelcome friend.
dare i close the door?
no, that would just be sad.
dare i turn the air back on?
not unless i want to freeze.
oh the trials of a beautiful spring day.


just thought i'd share some negative perspective on an otherwise positive day with a non rythmic, non rhyming, non poetic peom.