There’s sweat above my lip
That drips upon my tongue
My hair is sticking to my skin
And everything feels undone
My mom said to turn off TV
But what else can we do
The neighbors pool is fenced and locked
They fled to look for cool
I cannot play outside for long
Without melting in this heat
Shade from our tree is taken
By Great Aunt Bernadette
She sits and waves her fan
Back and forth before her face
She gave us candy in a bag
From a very special place
The heat and the humidity
I am truly sad to say
Made one gigantic glob of it
That we had to throw away
I cannot even go barefoot
Into our box of sand
It burns between my toes
And clings where I can’t stand
Dad said that after dinner
We would visit our favorite shop
Til then I will simply have to dream
Of how great it will be to stop
And look at all those flavors
In line waiting for our treats
With all the people just like me
On ice-cream soon will feast
Breakfast with Buse 