Friday, January 18, 2013

Cold Poetry


I do not like this thing called cold
It makes me mean (or so I'm told).
My fingers and toes feel like ice
I can't get warm and that's not nice
I shiver and shake all day long
I can't even play and that's wrong
Blanket-wrapped the winter I'll spend
No more to say: this is the end

1 comment:

  1. Oh I hope this isn't the end.
    This poem sums up perfectly how I feel at the moment...stupid flu virus.

    And if this is based on truth, then I hope that you feel much better soon. :)