Spring has sprung
All patience wrung
Of sunburn I'm no fan,
So I'll shiver in my igloo cell
And spray on more fake tan.
I pace the boards
Recalling words
Like 'Sunshine', how I'd greet her!
If I ever get release from cold, and
Post traumatic cabin fever.
Danny Draper 20/2/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem