Too Warm Poem by soren Barrett

Too Warm

So hot... lizards carry sticks to climb, to not burn their feet
Rain turns to steam, before the ground it does meet
Even the telephone poles wilt in the heat
And the sun itself, in shade finds a seat

Here one bathes in molten steel
So just a bit of coolness to feel
The devil in hell made a deal
Air conditioning to escape the ordeal

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