A Winter's Mischief
The winter's here, must shut my door
I hate the cold, can't take much more
Small flakes of snow in the breeze
Fish pond outside is starting to freeze.
I look out the window Jack Frost's about
It's minus four, no way I'm going out
I'm sitting by the log burner loving its heat
I take off my socks and warm up my feet.
Glass of whiskey in hand, boy life is good
I reach for the box but I'm out of wood
Coat on, gloves on then pick up the sack
Venture out get wood and hurry straight back.
Grabbed the door handle but it was locked
Stood in disbelief, well I was shocked
Faint laugh could be heard coming from inside
Wife's wicked humour "couldn't resist that" she cried.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2017
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