House Warm Toasty Comforting Welcoming Poem by Terence George Craddock

there is warmth outside warmth warm on my head
but only in refuge wind sheltered near clothes line
wind is cold strong wind blowing on trip to mail box
to see if any scattered sent letters have come to grace mail box

there are none mail box tin white painted has an empty belly
there are none no strong sunlight breaks through overcast skies
house was warm as awoke this morning more rested from good sleep
house was warm toasty comforting welcoming friendly as we like it

but my wife left bedroom windows partly open to air the house
but my wife left bedroom windows partly open hot air outside escapes
then a bloody sun shower came mid day to dew drying washing

it might only last a few moments mere fickle time minutes
I will not trust it risk it leave washing to chance fate upon line
I shall swift quick take it in hang it under safe rain free shelter