Cold Feet

Cold Feet My legs are cold turning into lumps of ice If I get up, they may break off like icicle on roofs In Oslo when the spring comes around Many people are killed that way an instant frozen Diffusion a deep frozen head that can’t remember Yesterday, but there is nothing one can do about it It is forbidden to walk in the middle of the road. Am I a snowman in a big garden left alone at night? Don`t people know a snowman too can feel cold despite coal eyes and carrot nose a warm heart beats and looks in the Guardian to find a mate, but the ladies demand too much wants me to be funny entertaining and most awful of all sociable.