Too hot today
Too hot for a jacket
Put one on at your own risk
You mightn't be able to hack it
When your armpits start leaking
And you have to mop your brow
Don't say I didn't tell you
That the humidity won't allow
You to wear such a cumbersome thing
Which is best for a chilly day
No good for such clammy ambience
Best to throw it away
Or maybe chop off the sleeves
And make an impromptu ‘gilet'
Take off the lapels as well
You'll still look OK
In your hastily-contrived sleeveless waistcoat
With the stitching hanging out
But people have holes in their jeans
So what's all the fuss about?
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