Summer's Lazy Netting
Oh each summer one sport ever calls
Though my energy always just stalls
For I'm not but a menace
Playing hot, sweaty tennis
Just knocking the fuzz off old balls ...
So, how slothful can one hot guy be
In a hammock beneath a palm tree
Where all summer, I'll swing
Paying some goose to bring
The fresh ice for my Long Island Tea.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Summer Laziness" Limerick Contest, Mohan Chutani, Judge & Sponsor.
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