Acrostic 36. Heat… Heat… Heat.

Harassed by severe fires
Endless forests look too tired
As if having a decease,
Trembling boughs of burnt trees.

Hazy days are in the past.
Early mornings full of dust
Aren’t the best time for a walk.
That makes me feel like a crock.

Having soup for lunch is funny.
Eating it is just a torture.
All the days aren’t only sunny:
Twice as bad as real scorchers.


Harassed by severe fires
Endless forests look too tired
As if having a decease,
Trembling boughs of burnt trees.

Hazy days are in the past.
Early mornings full of dust
Aren’t the best time for a walk.
That makes me feel like a crock.

Having soup for lunch is funny.
Eating it is just a torture.
All the days aren’t only sunny:
Twice as bad as real scorchers.

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