Summer Kitchen Misery

There was a hot kitchen,

In a little town,

In the mid summer,

Where heat empowered all.

It dragged its employees

Through ditches full of sweat,

While they tried to labor

In hot air with food and prep.

Next to ovens and stoves

That were deathly hot.

They savored every step

When in the ice chest.

Cold water they would gulp

Refreshing their dry throats.

While trying their best

To stay hydrated.

When summer seemed to cease

Happiness filled them all,

Because cool weather

It was a sign for fall.

written by Evelyn Creon