Humorous poem about a man who is too hot from the weather.

The weather is scorching.

It’s really very hot.

I’m dripping beads of sweat.

Comfortable, I am not.

One hundred degrees

Is not for me.

An air conditioned home

I’d rather see.

But my air conditioner doesn’t work,

And so I sit here and sweat.

I’m too poor to have it fix.

Because I’m in terrible debt.

I’m going to a cheap movie

To get away from the heat.

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After all, it’s better

Than rotting like spoiled meat.

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  • ceegirl on Jun 1, 2010

    Heat is not 4 noone.

  • Christine Ramsay on Jun 2, 2010

    I know how you feel. I really don’t like the heat. Good work.

    Christine

  • sara20 on Jun 8, 2010

    Nice post and good sharing.

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