Torrid

 It's so hot, the air squiggles and waves 

It's so hot, it evaporated my lemonade 

It's so hot, I sweat through my shirt

Too torrid, I'm about to go berserk 

I complained of hail and rain

I moaned about snow 

I kvetched when it was 10 below 

What I wouldn't do 

To see those temps again

Because when you have heat stroke and stress

Torrid weather ain't your friend. 


6-15-22



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