It’s too hot for working
(The mercury’s baking),
But just right for shirking,
And alibi-making.
It’s too hot for hoeing;
It’s too warm for weeding;
It’s splendid for going
Or staying–and reading.
I could work on the form
Of my golf; I could fish too,
For it’s NEVER too warm
To do those things I wish to!
by Ray Romine Thursday, June 26, 1952
