sigh

Nicest weather of the year,
people sit outside with beer.
No, not me, I'm stuck in here
with booger snout, ague, aching ear.
Why, dear gods of weather clear,
don't you see it brings no cheer?

I lay here with my robe pulled tight,
while outside is all love and light.
I want my body working right.
If not right now, then by tonight.