Caren Krutsinger Poet Tail-rhyme

Kansas Winter Does Not Play

Jack Frost has taken us hostage today
My tootsies are freezing in every which way
When Kansas winter arrives, she does not play.

The sky is dark, not blue, more of a dismal gray.
Dapple horse is hiding in the first unlocked barn bay.
When Kansas winter arrives, she does not play.

The cars are not moving on the icy highway.
Someone broke their leg, and needs an x-ray.
When Kansas winter arrives, she does not play.

I’m staying inside if that is close to okay.
Nothing is warm out there, not even blue jay.
When Kansas winter arrives, she does not play.

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Gershon Wolf January 21, 2020 at 11:29 AM Sound like the Kansas winter is TOY-ing with you, however! What can you do?! Good luck, Caren and all Krutsingers. (Kansas toys; Chicago - oys!) :) Gershon Caren Krutsinger January 21, 2020 at 9:01 PM We are supposed to get snow tomorrow from 3 a.m. until 10:30 p.m. I truly hope it is a prediction that does not come true!

Tom Cunningham January 20, 2020 at 4:45 AM Brr, nothing worse than cold feet, dig out the woollies. Tom. P. S. Soup mail. Caren Krutsinger January 20, 2020 at 5:51 PM It is 14 degrees here.

Arturo Michael January 20, 2020 at 3:47 AM Your words freeze with certainty...could almost feel you shivering... A Cold One Caren Krutsinger January 20, 2020 at 5:51 PM It is bitterly cold here.