Hot

Don’t go outside or your skin will fry

And when you get home you’ll sit and cry

It’s so damn hot you can’t get a breath

And every movement feels like death

Stay inside where the air is cool

Or visit a friend with a swimming pool

Just don’t stay in the sun too long

And wear something bigger than a thong !

 

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2 responses to “Hot

  1. Marc Bisson

    I was really hoping to wear a thong, but I think you’ve killed that dream now. How about a speedo instead?

  2. A Speedo would be okay, just don’t do the wiggle !

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