By Cara Cordova

The sun is beating down on me,

Heat waves in the distance, I do see.

Hot in the summer, hot all year,

(getting sick from skin cancer, I do fear)

there are at least still activities, to do outside;

out on the sidewalk, eggs are fried.

Jump in the pool! Play and relax!

For having fun, there is no tax.

You could also go, on a trip;

Escape fro the hear, it’s a temperature flip!

So much to do, even in the sun!

So much to do, all so fun!

But what? You ask what I shall decide?

Nothing put, to play inside.