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

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This delightful mirthful poem just...warms the heart. I so enjoyed the ending. Wonderful piece, Soren.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Carlos so good to hear from you and I thank you for your read and comment