One little packrat
wanting to be cool,
thought he'd go swimming
in my swimming pool.

The sun was shining brightly.
The weather it was hot.
He thought he'd take a little drink
but it isn't what he got.

He leaned over
to get himself a drink,
and oops, the packrat
fell into the brink.

     It is definitely hot here.  It is supposed to be 102 again today.  I guess we won't see weather under 100 until the monsoons come to cool us off.  Can you write a poem today about being hot?  Or how about one that answers the question, how hot is it?  Have fun.