Heatwave

Summer sun burning skin, Ice cream cones are meltin’ in goo, Weathermen have no clue, Sunscreen dries while we stew on sand No chilling breeze at hand, Slowly roasting, suntanned we lie, Baring all neath the sky, Moaning temps are too high again, How we need cooling rain, To relieve the summer’s pain of heat, Too hot, too hot we bleat The sand is burning feet, oh dear, Global warming I fear When summer sun is here, such sin! Form: Luc Bat