the hot poem

This poem is dedicated to the hot weather this pass few days, and here it goes


Every morning, the sun gleaming,
the rays shine through the glass paneling,
I cringe and I start saying,
ice-cream sales will surely be increasing.


When it gets this hot, my tongue will go panting,
My mind starts panicking,
the water level starts trickling,
from the pores of my skin.


this hot weather is depressing,
makes me want to go bathing
but it's comes down to nothing,
when you start sweating.


there is no way to express this hotness,
can be shown with a smirk,
No point in making a fuss,
Cos life is to short, so don't be a jerk.