Orange - Poem by Elena Plotkin
The winter has always been my biggest season,
But I can’t abide the cold for any reason.
That’s why I am out at the grove sunbathing,
And not up north freezing and belly-aching.
Besides, who needs all that snow and ice,
When you can get sunshine for the same price?
Snow and ice could never make me so plump and juicy,
Or make my skin glow and radiate with such beauty.
No sir, I’d rather hang from a tree all day long,
Than find myself up north where I don’t belong.
I'd rather have my insides squeezed out by some machine,
Than find myself at a party with J. Frost and the Snow Queen.
(C) 2013 Copyright Elena Plotkin
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