{"id":1237,"date":"2014-05-01T12:00:30","date_gmt":"2014-05-01T19:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=1237"},"modified":"2016-05-07T12:01:42","modified_gmt":"2016-05-07T19:01:42","slug":"140501","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2014\/05\/01\/140501\/","title":{"rendered":"140501"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/201405\/140501.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>140501<br \/>\nHot enough to fry an egg&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>78 at nine<br \/>\nSome people think that&#8217;s fine<br \/>\nBut on the Central Coast<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s when we start to roast<br \/>\nNinety seven at noon<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s when we start to swoon<br \/>\nWhen it&#8217;s still hot at night<br \/>\nIt makes us feel like shite<br \/>\nWe&#8217;ll all be in sorrow<br \/>\nIf hotter tomorrow<br \/>\nWe&#8217;ll be wearing a frown<br \/>\nIf it doesn&#8217;t cool down<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"140501 Hot enough to fry an egg... 78 at nine Some people think that\\'s fine But on the Central Coast That\\'s when we start to roast Ninety seven at noon That\\'s when we start to swoon When it\\'s still hot at night It makes us feel like shite We\\'ll all be in sorrow If hotter tomorrow We\\'ll be wearing a frown If it doesn\\'t cool down\", \"UK English Female\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>140501 Hot enough to fry an egg&#8230; 78 at nine Some people think that&#8217;s fine But on the Central Coast That&#8217;s when we start to roast Ninety seven at noon That&#8217;s when we start to swoon When it&#8217;s still hot at night It makes us feel like shite We&#8217;ll all be in sorrow If hotter &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2014\/05\/01\/140501\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">140501<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[25,53,50],"class_list":["post-1237","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-central-coast","tag-food","tag-weather"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1237"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1237"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1237\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1238,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1237\/revisions\/1238"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1237"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1237"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1237"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}