Heat

It’s hot. Too hot. Impossibly hot. Hell fire hot. I think you’ve got my drift. In honour of this horrific heat, here is a poem “The Defeat” written Monday 27th January, 2003.

The Defeat by Cini M

Oh, the day was so very, very hot,

I felt like the chicken cooking in my mother's iron pot.

There was not a drop of water in sight

and I thought some lemonade would put everything right.



Then something happened that made me stop.

My sister grabbed the lemonade and drank every last drop.

Then my legs felt like lead

And I dropped to the floor, half dead