Russian Winter Coat
I stepped out into the frigid cold
in my Russian winter coat
It felt like summertime,
all warm and toasty outside
Even though it was an arctic Michigan night,
with howling winds and sub-zero temperature
I was one well-insulated Siberian tiger ...
a Detroit tiger,
feeling hot and sweaty
in my Russian winter coat
I felt bad for the shivering souls
who briskly walked past me,
rushing to wherever there was heat
As for me, I was moving casually,
like I was on a midnight stroll in the middle of June
It felt like summertime high noon
I was just an old Highland Park polar bear,
walking in a winter blizzard without so much as a care
Anybody who lives in cold weather climate,
I suggest this one vital
clothing item
for winter survival
Get an authentic Russian winter coat
It will keep you warm as mama's oven;
inside that furry lining, on a cold day,
you be feeling like hot-buttered toast
and a sizzling English roast
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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