The Madness Of Cabin Fever
I need spring!
I want some spring!
I want it now So I can sing.
My lips are frozen From Winter’s ice;
Being frozen is just not nice.
Why in my yard, are frozen mice!
I’ll have to bury them right away;
Even though it’s cold and grey,
They’ll start to stink, any day.
I hate this cold, it burns my nose;
My legs are chapping, despite the hose;
Why I can’t even feel my toes!
I want to see Spring’s lovely face;
I’d like to spray winter’s face, with mace;
To keep it away from my home place.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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