Hot Sun
“Hot sun!
What fun!
I’ll swim!”
said Tim.
“I’ll get
so wet,
so cool,
in pool!”
Mom, dad,
they had
two rules
at pools.
Rule one:
Don’t run.
Just go
real slow.
Rule two:
If you
splash you’ll
leave pool.
But Tim,
poor him,
he got
so hot.
Oh man,
he ran!
Slip! Trip!
Backflip!
Big bomb
soaked mom
and dad.
They’re mad!
Now Tim
can’t swim.
No fun.
Hot sun.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2006. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Kindergarten
Topics: Seasonal Poems
Word Count: 73
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