102 degrees in Los Angeles today,
Heat’s got me twisted like a double helix.
Living by the ocean should be sweet and cool,
But it feels like I’ve just moved to Phoenix!
Sitting outside, I feel something burning,
Hot like the launching of a rocket.
Reaching down and feeling around,
The sun heated up the keys in my pocket!
Food presentation is not my forte,
It resembles the paintings of Picasso’s.
They may be messy, but sure taste good,
Need a spoon with a plate of my tacos?
Ninety degrees and using a fan at home,
You just have to know how to position her.
I’ve made it through April for the very first time,
Still not using that dang air conditioner!
Hurricanes, blizzards, tornadoes and floods,
Are the worst types of weather you say.
Don’t talk that trash unless you’ve survived,
Two consecutive drizzly days in L.A.