Here is a poem just perfect for those of us stuck in Chicagoland these days, dealing with the 100 degree Fahrenheit heat wave. This does not bode well for August, when it usually is this hot.
It’s Hot!
By Shel SilversteinIt’s hot!
I can’t get cool,
I’ve drunk a quart of lemonade,
I think I’ll take my shoes off
And sit around in the shade.It’s hot!
My back is sticky,
The sweat rolls down my chin.
I think I’ll take my clothes off
And sit around in my skin.It’s hot!
I’ve tried with ‘lectric fans,
And pools and ice cream cones.
I think I’ll take my skin off
And sit around in my bones.It’s still hot!
Ah, that’s Atlanta heat!
LOL – Silverstein was so clever!
Not so hot here in Nova Scotia – just sunny days with a high in the low to mid seventies. Perfect for me. 🙂 I DO feel for you guys sweltering away elsewhere. The heat was one of the reasons we moved from southern Ontario a decade ago.
Great poem! It’s pretty hot here in North Carolina too, though only in the 90’s so far. You are right – life with 2 kids doesn’t leave a lot of extra time for much else. Mine are now ages 6 and 4 but they definitely keep me busy! But I enjoy your blog so whenever you have a chance to share is fine. 🙂
I love the poem! Today we are having a record high in Dallas of 102! This poem is perfect for me to share with my 4th grade students. We are studying poetry. I’ve posted the link to your poem from my website. I’m sure my class would love to get an email from the author if you have time. :).
Dawn Boyd » You’ll note that I was not the author of this of course. That was Shel Silverstein.