Melting for a day,
In overburdened rays,
The Sun cruelly besets,
The world with its stern gaze.

Cooking up a spaceship,
Or rather tiny squares upon my screen,
To tweak the spicy nuts and bolts,
Then garnish with a splash of art,
Tinker tinker for the fun,
Perhaps I'll find it we'll just see.

Time to talk about my tongue today,
Roaming round my mouth it stays,
Inspecting all the teeth it says,
Yet I just think it all day plays,
And often sits still and obeys,
When I just want to think away,
The maths problem on the pristine board,
That I shattered with my ordered numbers,
Just like this very rhyme, you say?