Aussie Cold Weather Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Aussie Cold Weather



When people are chilled to the marrow,
they rush to trains and trams in a row.
All the animals have furs
to jeer at the climatic curse.
Strange sounds makes the foreseeing black crow.

To make woollen wares God has given man the brain.
Given the furs to others to save them from the strain.

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Rajendran Muthiah

Rajendran Muthiah

Madurai District, Tamil Nadu, India.
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