I didn't think about whether I was writing poems. I was thinking. And the more I was thinking, the more there was I didn't understand
Hot and Cold
by Roald Dahl
A woman who my mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes.
Said I, not being very old,
'By golly gosh, you must be cold!'
'No, no!' she cried. 'Indeed I'm not!
I'm feeling devilishly hot!'