Let's All Call In Sick

Possible seventy-nine-degree high today A day to twirl, and dance and play. I am saying to everyone I feel sick. We should all be home. Drawing pictures, planting flowers, writing a poem. My boss comes in, but sneakily, like a cat. I do not see her coming. I am in a giddy mood, people are dancing and humming We have had a rough winter. We are slap-happy now. We love this weather, the sun-kind that you plow. It will be eighty-four tomorrow someone else chimes in. I have an idea; it makes my silly mouth grin. Let’s all call in sick, I wisely suggest, and very smartly say. I turn and see my boss’s shocked face, the end of this fun and lively play.