Sonnet 67: Heat Wave

What I’d give for a nice juicy apple A green one a red one I do not care For a cold one I’d even go to chapel Or failing that I’d have an ice cold pear. For this heat wave has now gone on for weeks Sticky prickly days and hot sticky nights We all listen when the weather man speaks Lying awake until the morning lights. The car is now like an oven inside And the dog is panting in all this heat And keeping her cool is hard to decide As she’s always running around my feet. In times when it rains all we want is sun But we just get heat waves, and that’s not fun.