On Sunny Days I Work Less
On sunny days i work less;
My little Lord God shall bless.
On sunny days some light dress
My body heat helps to press,
Electronic iron men’s guess,
For it wouldn’t look a mess…
Sweating Noon save your muscle,
This doing through no tussle
You halt hustle and bustle;
I’d stop a paper’s rustle.
Somehow, I find a way to keep calm
Sometimes, reading either palm
But I would near not a balm:
Hot like heat hits one a “Bam”
Sunny days wear a grim look
Like one who’d no nonsense brook;
One could choose to read a book
But better fast food you cook.
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