How I love the shorter evenings
How I love the shorter evenings, fire burning, lamps aglow.
Sunburn and dry sandwiches are seeming long ago.
The leaves already fallen and the trees completely bare,
The snow is pretty on the ground and winter's in the air.
I've had a hearty breakfast, there's a casserole to cook,
I'm watching television and I've finished off my book.
It's feeling like a holiday, I'm seeing all my friends,
The day has no beginning and I hope it never ends ................................
These long dark nights are killing me, they're making me depressed,
I hate my old pyjamas and I really must get dressed.
The fire is spitting sparks at me and burning all in sight,
The lamps remind me of a cave, please just turn on the light.
The snow seems to be daring me to venture out of door,
It's ten feet high, it's freezing cold, it's never gonna thaw.
My friends have eaten all my food and left me on my own,
I've finished every book I have, the television's blown.
I'm yearning for the summertime. I'm longing to be hot,
If ever I say winter's nice. Just shoot me on the spot.
28 January 2013.
Copyright © lola barron | Year Posted 2013
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