A Scorcher

He stood within a shady door

     All on a summer’s day;

And to each one who came along

     He did quite blandly say:

“Ah, there, friend, how do you do;

Is it hot enough for you?”

Another picture now we find,

     Of regions far below;

The devil has him o’er the fire

     Just where he ought to go.

Asks him thus – quite often, too:

“Is it hot enough for you?”

May 26, ‘06