No Heating Poem by Micronjan (Micron)

Yesterday was bitterly cold,
Below zero, as I was told.
I ventured out to fetch some food,
Though honestly, I lacked the mood.

The car read minus three degrees,
And pierced me with the icy breeze.
The shop done, I drove back home,
Down my familiar, frosty road alone.

I opened the door, first thought ignored,
Then put away the groceries stored.
I checked the boiler—horror struck!
Completely dead, what bad luck!

I called a 24-hour repairman fast,
He checked it over, diagnosed at last:
"You need a fan, " he said, then went away,
Leaving me cold till the next day.

In the living room, a tiny electric heater glowed,
That night, on the settee, I dozed.
By evening he returned, fixed the leak,
Radiators warmed the house I seek.

Tonight, at last, I'll sleep in bed warm,
Grateful for shelter, safe from the storm.
It makes me pause and count my luck,
For those with no roof, life must truly suck.