A Very Hot Summer Day

Ninety degrees F in the shade, no clouds We might soon be dead, covered with black shrouds. No hope that it would rain and get relief All the trees were bare, not one single leaf. Suddenly some hydrant sprang a big leak, All children poured out, whether strong or weak, That street was theirs and water rose so high, They splashed and dived and uttered a great sigh. A small boy came limping, last to arrive, But one big bully blocked his timely dive. ” Get out of here, boy, you're not one of us.” The boy began to cry, dared not discuss. A man came up and quickly closed the flow, Against the bully, fight became a row. When all was calm, water flooded the street, The limping boy swan, all was a great treat. Inspired by Eve Roper with thanks.