When it was 44 point something,
someone from Adelaide
beat up that she was the hottest city on earth,
proud to be -est,
even of that.
When it was 37,
I said, 'How warm does it have to be
to be hot? ' to another one
who said it was warm.
Perhaps her tongue was in her cheek;
she knew what was to come;
a talent, if more widespread,
more beat-upworthy to me,
by some.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem