Sweats, the 21st century's leisure suit
Cozy, comfy, and mosquito proof.
Sweats are not for perspiration.
Don them now for relaxation.

Red and yellow, purple, blue.
Sweats come in every hue.

I wear them day.
I wear them night.
Who the hell cares
If they fit just right.
I wear them to work.
I wear them to play.
I wear them to bed.
Pajamas, I say.

So if my leisure bothers you,
Here is what you ought to do.

Take a break. Intermission.
Go for quiet with a vision.
Do not be spare with your spare time.
Live your life on your own sweet time.

It's recess. Go on a sabbatical.
Take a vacation far to the radical.
Be idle, at ease.
Be free as a breeze.
Pause and repose.
Give air to your toes.
Make a fiesta
Out of siesta.
Neither sweat nor regret
But wear sweats without jets.
Move like a turtle
And don't wear a girdle.

You can call me lazy.
You can call me crazy.
You can call me slack.
I'm always on my back.
I loaf and I snooze,
Never paying my dues.
I dally and dilly,
Get passive and silly.

If one day you should say
I should work and not play.
I'll sleep for awhile,
Be slothful and smile,
And wear my sweats in style.

Whew! I better take a nap.