Best At Room Temp

My dear, a Romeo I fear I'm not When the temperature is too darned hot. I prefer to do my wooing, And my billing and my cooing, In a thermostatically well-regulated spot. So the choice of where to rendezvous Presents a slew of problems, too. I don't mind trysting with a lady In a nook that's nice and shady, But on a beach in mid-July just will not do. On a cloudy day I may essay a walk about, But the stroll will likely be cut short, no doubt, For I must quickly duck back in If the sun comes out again, Else I'm perspiring back to front and inside out. So, when next romantically inclined you get, And ere another beau you find, my pet, Just keep the room temp, if you please, At a steady sixty-eight degrees, And I'll Romeo your socks off, Juliette.