It is so hot - how hot is it?
From the fields flew ready pop corn.
Squirrels fan their nuts - lickety split.
Trees whistle for dogs to adorn.
Cows give evaporated milk.
Potatoes bake while underground.
Porcupine quills are soft as silk.
Cherries spit pits and join pies round.
Birds pick up worms with potholder.
Windmills stretch high for stream of jet.
Hard boiled eggs from chickens smolder.
The scarecrow's brow is dripping sweat.
Global warming does take its toll
In winter time at the North Pole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem