TOO MILD TO BE NATURAL
You know. You know. I always say.
It's not the heat, it's the memories.
To take chances means you may never
be coming back. A stitch in time saves
nine. All that cockamamie rubbish goes.
Do you have the hat? Has your Allis-Chalmers
learned yet to dance o'er that field of hay?
Are the multi-lingual guidebooks you hired
for our trip, are they really, really coming
with us? I'm so tired of all this suspense.
It's too mild to be natural, and too
easy to be dense.