You are hot, little hot spot, the topic of newspaper of tropic. You are hot, you be sexy a lot, your stallion trot, you are ugly not. You are hot, but your life is big knot, your last boyfriend, also cutie of hot, He was shot, quite dead, straight on hole in His head. You are hot, all time what you got, you stay edge, and soon jump and screem, before you hit water, what is almost boiling hot. This poem now stops, dot.