School's Out - It's a Sunday!

Cooling myself in a puddle of sweat,

Hot were like Cold, I'd be fogged in my breath,

Catching the spirit, my thoughts take a ride,

Could it be fun to have switched these two climes?

Building an igloo of summer-baked leaves,

Riding a sun-sled on scorching hot streets,

Rolling a sun-man of shimmering rays,

Picking his nose out of carrot-red clay.

Tying my scarf to keep sun-chills at bay,
Mittens, apropos for record-high days,

Blowing my hands, chasing heat-waves away,

Let's throw some sunballs, a great game to play!