On A Cold August Morning Poem by Ronald Chapman

A cold August morning,
And I think this is so very tiring,
Who is stealing our August heat?
This is so maddening!


Sometimes the wind echoes of snowing,
On a cold December morning,
And the wind cried, "No autumn this year."


So mad!


Where is global warming?
Global cooling, I think!


So sad!


Now I think its time for a warming breakfast,
Serve me up some Cream O' Wheat!
And toast I think!
Some warm green tea too,


On a cold August morning.