Burn saturdays, burn
Like the summer sun you'll burn.
Scorching, torching, however willing
The pain, the heat, still pinches.
On a whim and a fancy, life takes a turn
For good or for worse, a chance not spurned
It snakes and slithers, creeps upon you
Like a sunny storm, it plays on surprise
Raring, raging and baring its teeth
Its mind bent on writhing agony
Yet all it takes to persuade such a demon
Is the curl of the lips, a smile unwavered

Now to alleviate the pain of reading that, here's a picture!
Oh well, going to get busy soon, and I'm not doing anything (much) yet! This is not right. It's already mid-April! Ah, the plight of a lazy person.