hot

The classroom is so hot today

I said as I fanned my face

It’s probably because I’m in it

He replied, and ran his finger along his thigh,

Whispering a burning SSSSSSSSSS with a sigh.

I told him to shut up as coldly as I could.

But all through the day he’d trail after me,

Making sizzling sounds, roasting sounds,

Fry-in-a-pan-of-oil sounds with his tongue

Until finally, I patted his arm and told him he was hotter

Than the Sahara Desert, and ten times as dry.

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