He squarely blamed the heat for his inertia.
Summer wasn’t a time to work.
He’d doze under the tree, occasionally letting slip a little snore, while the sun raged down on a scurrying world.
You couldn’t really blame the neighbors, therefore, when they noticed his stiff body only three days later, the snores silenced forever.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
“Thar she blows”
Again she goes
Socking it to us
Without any fuss
Just have to admire how her pen flows!
Another nice one. And I must add, Aunty G’s little verse is very apt!
Aunty G: I don’t remember the last time I used a pen, but I’ll take the compliment, thanks! 😉
D: Isn’t she awesome? 😀
didnt see where that was going 🙂 very nice 🙂
Piper: Here’s a confession: Sometimes I don’t see where it’s going either. 😉