Heat Wave by Disneyluver ( I wrote this poem in 2006)

People are slumbering along as they walk down the street.

You can hear people cursing the heat and also global warming.

The sweat sticks to your body and clothes like glue

The putrid smell of burning rubber hits your nose and stings the nostrils.

The cool taste of ice cream sliding down your throat eaHHe is the best thing in a heat wave.

Monday, July 17, 2006