It is hot, thirty Celsius in the shade,
You want to jump in the ocean and bathe,
The sun just sits there frying you brains,
At least what little of it that remains,
Everywhere I look seems to be vaporizing,
With thirty Celsius, it is not surprising,
For breakfast I fried the eggs in the sun,
Made a couple of sausages and toasted a bun,
Then boiled the water for my cup of tea,
Sipping it slowly sitting under the tree,
It is so hot today I saw a desperate crazed fly,
Jumping off the balcony, he wanted to die,
xox