It's Hot Outside

The vicious chase is on, good friend.

I feel my pounding pulse.

The blood inside

is trying to run, to hide, 

from the heat outside.

Don't look up, don't show your fear-

the sun can sense it and

will crush a feeble oppisition

inside your sweaty ear.

The sunburn will be terrible,

you'll vow to stay in here

and never, ever,

play the games

 of sunny days so clear.

Sadly, friend, I hate to say-

Summer heat is fun. 

You will be back,

good ol' Jack,

before the day is done.

The End

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