Re: HEAT WAVE <br /> <br />Dear Sir, we've had enough. <br />Do you forget, I think you do, perhaps, <br />Our temperate position on the maps? <br />Daily we mourn the collar's swift collapse, <br />The limp and wrinkled cuff. <br /> <br />Dear Sir, we've got to work. <br />We cannot all lie idle on the beach, <br />Or skim, white- winged, the river's limpid reach. <br />We've got to buy and sell, to talk and teach, <br />Although we'd like to shirk. <br /> <br />Think of the crowded street, <br />The roar, the clatter, and the throbbing head <br />Where shout and clash, and jangle meet and spread, <br />And thought is irksome and the brain is lead <br />And asphalt grills the feet. <br /> <br />Now don't get in a huff. <br />Pity the pain the stifling town endures, <br />A bracing rain will work a thousand cures. <br />Believe me, Sir, obediently yours <br />P.S. We've had enough.<br /><br />Jessie Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-clerk-of-the-weather/
