S'No Fun, But I Like It! Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw
S'No Fun, But I Like It!
Here I be
On my boat
In a bloody overcoat,
Heading for spring
But what is this thing
Cold and white?
Not allright
On the night...
It's snow.
And the ice
That's not nice.
On the window,
That can go!
'Off' I say.
Not on the inside
Of my joy and pride,
My little boat
Upon which I dote.
My fire, I poke,
A bespoke poke.
Give me 'ot
Which I ain't got.
Spring a-coming
At the mo,
I think not!
Brrrrrr...........! ! !
S'no fun for people who feel the cold. I love the stuff myself, throwing snowballs, sliding down hills, feeding the ducks. But spring is not far away and with it comes sunshine. Not that we don't have our own bit of sun....... A hot poem. Oops, I mean a cold one. Fran xxx
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