“Shiny, slow, Sunday” Gun Roswell 

Woke up late

Did not hesitate

To jump outside

Feeling the open wide

Alas the hot air

Felt bad on my fair

And delicate skin

Because I’m a Finn 

And not used to degrees

Over thirty odd seems

So now, sitting

Inside thinking

What could be cool

And no require tools

But there is nothing

To choose from 

Sunday fun

It’s just a pun

Invented by

Someone who denied

The whole day

And went somewhere

Else to play