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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?"
This poem is in the public domain.
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George W. Doneghy (1848 - 1917) was a Kentucky poet whose work was widely published in newspapers and magazines during his lifetime. He was the author of at least one book, The Old Hanging Fork and Other Verses (1897). In 1901, George was working as associate editor at the Tri-Weekly Kentucky Advocate in Danville.
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barbsteff:
Clever, with the ring of truth. I'd like the title and refrain to read "hot enough fer ya," given the informality of "fer."
Posted 08/07/2018 07:55 PM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
Yes, George, 115 degrees with 20 per cent humidity in the Arizona desert is hot enough for me.
Posted 08/07/2018 07:36 PM
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Lori Levy:
The poet could be talking about Los Angeles now. It's SO hot here.
Posted 08/07/2018 02:12 PM
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wordartdjc:
So true, so true, he is a visionary.
Posted 08/07/2018 09:38 AM
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cork:
I, too, will try to eschew this feller!
Posted 08/07/2018 09:34 AM
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Jean :D:
"Ain't it the truth?" I love this one!
Posted 08/07/2018 05:59 AM
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