The Heat (a Poem)
I pg.4-5
Oh Me oh My oh me oh my
I do not know why
it's so darn hot.
I've tried so many things,
hundreds it seems.
But the heats still coming,
coming in teams.
I try to drink some water
could've drank in a stream.
But it keeps getting hotter
the room bellows with steam.
So I turn on the fan on,
it's working it seems,
until the fan starts grunting
it sputters and screams.
It starts bursting to flames,
this must be a dream.
The cabinet catches too
flames brighter than beams.
The bed starts burning fast,
the flames so extreme.
So I jumped out the window,
not the smartest of schemes.
I fell and broke my ankle
and started to scream.
I tried to walk it off,
but the pain was supreme.
So I started to sob,
tears flowing downstream.
Until I saw a bucket,
filled with water it seems.
So I crawled on over,
holding back the screams.
And there it was, the water was glorious,
it sparkles and gleams.
So I aim the bucket
close enough I seem
and YES YES YES, I cheered,
I shout and I scream.
The flames have been extinguished,
they spitted and steam.
I have beaten the heat,
The Victor, I reigned supreme!