Hot Poem by Angel A. Lockwood

How hot shall it get?
It is very early in the morning and it
Seem as if a fire has been lit
This summer weather
I shall not forget
Just how hot?
We shall see
It feels like fire is near
With scorching flames burning me
Hot hot is even the water pots
The ice I get; I shall waste not
The dial on the thermometer has moved not
As if the thermostat has forgot.
Nevertheless it is so very warm
Simply hot
For me
A quiet cool resting place
Would certainly just hit the spot
Whew!
It's sure hot