Heat Wave

by | Jul 27, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

It’s sunny, it’s clammy, the heat is terrific.
Everyone’s happy, unless sat in traffic.
People meander when crossing the street,
Taxis are threatening to drive on their feet.
A man with two children’s attempting to cross,
The drivers won’t let him, they don’t give a toss.
There’s swearing and shouting, impatience abounds.
The noise from the hooters is heard all around.
But soon we’ll have sanity here once again;
The sunshine will go and we’ll wallow in rain!


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