Hot as hell in Jaipur,
Outside, under a tree,
This man busily irons,
And is paid in an Indian rupee.
And if it isn't hot enough,
His iron has charcoal heat,
But he smiles and keeps on working,
His handiwork nice and neat.
Thankfully, my wardrobe,
for the most part, wash and wear,
leaves me without a care.
