A Case of Indolence

I wasn't lazy when July began,
But August started, and for five straight weeks
I hugged the sofa cushions with both cheeks.
There was some problem with the ceiling fan,
While I developed nothing like a plan —
I checked the kitchen sink and pipes for leaks
And thought a lot about the ancient Greeks,
Profound ideas measureless to man.

Once Labour Day had passed, I changed my mind
About the need for thinking, and the act
Of thoroughly examining each fact
Through testing, analytics, double blind,
And parsing grammar was duly refined
Into one small valise, carefully packed.