{"id":4504,"date":"2022-08-10T14:28:53","date_gmt":"2022-08-10T21:28:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=4504"},"modified":"2022-08-10T14:28:53","modified_gmt":"2022-08-10T21:28:53","slug":"220810","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2022\/08\/10\/220810\/","title":{"rendered":"220810"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2022\/220810.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>220810<br \/>\nCold pints will have to do<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s hot this August night<br \/>\nTo me, it&#8217;s a delight<br \/>\nThe Irish think it&#8217;s not<br \/>\nTo them it&#8217;s too damn hot<br \/>\nThey&#8217;re sweating in this heat<br \/>\nAnd melting in the street<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s nowhere they can be<br \/>\nThe pubs don&#8217;t have AC!<\/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(\"220810 Cold pints will have to do It\\'s hot this August night To me, it\\'s a delight The Irish think it\\'s not To them it\\'s too damn hot They\\'re sweating in this heat And melting in the street There\\'s nowhere they can be The pubs don\\'t have AC!\", \"US English Male\");\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>220810 Cold pints will have to do It&#8217;s hot this August night To me, it&#8217;s a delight The Irish think it&#8217;s not To them it&#8217;s too damn hot They&#8217;re sweating in this heat And melting in the street There&#8217;s nowhere they can be The pubs don&#8217;t have AC!<\/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":[47,68,29,50],"class_list":["post-4504","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-calendars","tag-drinking","tag-ireland","tag-weather"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4504"}],"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=4504"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4504\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4505,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4504\/revisions\/4505"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4504"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4504"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4504"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}