In summer I’m disposed to shirk,
As summer is no time to work.
In winter inspiration dies
For lack of out-door exercise.
In spring I’m seldom in the mood,
Because of vernal lassitude.
The fall remains. But such a fall!
We’ve really had no fall at all.
Bert Leston Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lazy-writer/
