A Short Letter To a Hot Summer Day

A short letter to this Hot Summer Day, I get it, you’re a furnace from the sky. And you want to play chef, to bake and to stew, Both my feet you simmer and fry You battered and basted and blanched and broiled As I roasted all day in the sun. And to help this heat wave, you turned the kiln up, And cooked me along to well done. Even the swim in the pool was a ruse, trap and hoax, As my skin copped a blistering scorch. I’d like you to stop these pretty rays of light This pretty hot scalding blowtorch. To end this short letter to my friendly hot day, Here’s a phone number of a guy who mends warm. Give him a call, invite him straight over, His name’s Cloudy Wet Soaking Rainstorm. Hi, this was written in January during Australia's hot summer, but has never been put in any contests. I thought it might fit your contest. It was during the 45 degree C days where it was so mega hot. Cheers.