Peter Dome Poet I do not know?

One Hundred and Fifty Eskimos

One Hundred And Fifty Eskimos.
.
A hundred and fifty Eskimos in town
It’s freezing cold and throwing it down
Hands in pockets heads down to the ground
The cars rush by with a slushing sound
.
The river is flowing a  mucky brown
The tide is high
As trillions of tears
Fall from the sky
.
Oh boy
I’m getting wet through
And I’ve got so  much shopping to do
While the Eskimos gather supplies
I’m wiping raindrops from my eyes
.
Little ponds grown
With ripples the naughty wind has blown
Get your Khak’s ready
And your wet suit
And your wader boots
.
It’s Friday it’s five to five
I’m so thankful
I’m still alive.
.
Peter Dome©2020.

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Caren Krutsinger February 28, 2020 at 4:00 PM This is done in such a sweet way; it makes me want to head north which I did not think possible. Peter Dome February 29, 2020 at 1:05 PM Much appreciated Caren. thank you so much. Glad you enjoyed it. Take care.

Alexis Y. February 28, 2020 at 12:42 PM Hi Peter, I really enjoyed your fun and playful write Nice rhymes and imagery as well. Makes me want to put on my suit and get my Khak. Thanks for sharing this:-) Alexis Peter Dome February 29, 2020 at 1:06 PM Hi Alexis. You are so kind. Thank you so much, my friend. all the best.