Too Hot

Too hot

To work,

Too hot

To play;

A sweltering

Meltering sort

Of day.

I fry

I boil

I roast

I bake

My sweat,

I bet,

Would make

A lake.

And when

I snooze

My brains

Might ooze

A stream

Of thoughts

Upon

My shoes.

A thinky

Pinky

Drinky

Muddle,

Until

My brains

Are just

A puddle.

Drip

Drip

Drip

Drop

I wish

This heat

Would stop.

Drop.

 

 

 

 

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2 Comments to “Too Hot”

  1. Today is a very hot day so I enjoyed this poem under the fan¡

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