By B.K.
Date: 2005 Jun 14
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Hot Cross Buns

The heat is on
It didn't happen slow
The thermometer broke
There was no low
It's set on broil
And ever since
Juicy hot pink
Is what we get
The fire dept came
To cool it down
Just shook their heads
As it burns heart round
The storms of life
Rain on this fire
But it just keeps burning
Torrid jungle desire
Yet I think I've solved
This Sherlock mystery complete
This love is so air conditioned
We just have to heat it