2015 had been a pretty temperate summer but, now, it’s hot — darn hot! That was the inspiration for this week’s Typewriter Rodeo poem by David Fruchter.
HOT CARS IN TEXAS
The door handle burns on your fingertips
And you know that you’re in for a treat
Hot air roasts your eyeballs — you can’t touch the wheel
And your rear parts are seared by the seat
It’s summer in Texas — or maybe just spring
The heat wastes no time getting started
Driving those four-wheeled ovens around
Is no job for the weak or faint-hearted…
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