It's snowing, it's snowing
The wind is blowing
Winter has made itself known
The temperature is frigid
I sit here all rigid
I'm literally frozen to the bone.
Turn up the heat
I need to warm my feet
They feel like blocks of ice
My nose is blue
Isn't that a clue?
The heat will feel so nice.
I hate the cold
It makes me feel old
My joints hurt, and they ache
So stoke up the fire
Do I have to inquire?
At least I won't tremble and shake.
I was frozen ya'll
But I'm starting to thaw
Color has returned to my cheeks
I'm rosy and red
I'll now get out of bed
Finally I'm able to speak.
My teeth were chattering
It was not very flattering
But now it's gone away
I'm warm inside
Heat has been applied
You can keep these frigid days.
Chee Chee Martin © 2008
Whisperings Of The Mind And Soul
Whispered Words
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