Monday, February 17, 2014

Old Man Winter

Now, Mister, you know I don't like to be rude,
But lately I have begun to brood.
Your welcome you have overstayed,
Your leaving can no longer be delayed.
Old Man Winter, get on up outta my chair!
Let Miss Spring come sit a while there.
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3 comments:

  1. KathyFebruary 17, 2014 at 9:09 AM

    Oh, yeah! I like the sass in this poem! I hope the ole man listens.

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  2. Serenity BohonFebruary 17, 2014 at 7:04 PM

    Preach it.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 19, 2014 at 8:53 AM

    I hope your including Chicago in your demands. I can see more of your chair than I can my bus stop! - Cathy Harvey

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