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.