Today I slipped
down my steps
I did not know
there was snow
I dressed with closed white curtains
In a room that is light at night
As the road thunders by
Headlights strobing gently
I haven't written a word
For nearly two weeks
So I thought I'd tell
Of falling into the roses
This morning
In a verse
And maybe feel like I'd done something.
It's bollocks of course.
woo-hoo! snow!
we have snow, too.and lots of it.
My jealousy knows no bounds!
Either sh*tloads of snow, or none at all, please!
It would be cruel,
to bray like a mule,
at the poem you offer forth.
Instead I'll shush,
and go out in the slush,
sliding for all I'm worth.
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crap - can you tell I'm no good at poems?
Heh - Gordon. Level 8 on Curveball.