I sat in my car a while to think,
to form a little rhyme.
I had no food, nothing to drink,
for this was writing time!
The air was hot, but I was not!
I focused on my task.
I wrote and wrote when from my throat,
there came a little gasp!
There was no flow, or air you know,
I should have sat outside!
But in my car I sat and wrote,
and from the heat, I died!