The Poetry Corner

"Is It Hot Enough Fer You?"

By George W. Doneghy

I. I wouldn't mind the weather much--I'd sizzle and I'd stew, And do the very best I could the heat to struggle through, If I could find some way, you know, the feller to eschew, Who greets you with the chestnut phrase-- "IS IT HOT ENOUGH FER YOU?" II. The mercury might climb the tube and spill right out the top-- The sweat might ooze from every pore and off my carcass drop-- I wouldn't mind the heat at all, and keep my temper too, If it wasn't for the cuss who says-- "IS IT HOT ENOUGH FER YOU?" III. The sun might shine his level best--the sky seem molten brass-- The heat might dry up every stream, and burn up all the grass-- The evening come without a breeze--the morning have no dew-- If it wasn't for the 'moke' who asks "IS IT HOT ENOUGH FER YOU?"