Laziness

Now I'd like to eat to have a sit to put elbows on table, yes, then little tipsy, I guess, to stroll on the sleepy streets smiling to chorus that tweets to little sparrows and ****. Not to disturb anyone to return to sofa to lie down putting the leg on the leg, I'm afraid to break my neck: too many people are outside, I'll stay home, all right. Oh, let it be, I won't be upset, the weather will change, I bet, The winds will get own will bringing back people in houses to thrill, What will be left? Just white day and terry laziness in heyday.