Too Much Ice
Rain yesterday. Last night it froze.
I'm looking at an icicle that is my car, I suppose.
I go out with a scraper and a red, runny nose.
My fingers are tingling and I think I've lost my toes.
I want to start the engine, but I can't open the door.
I scrape at the window. Nope. It stays iced just as before..
Finally, I realize, I'll not complete this chore.
I grab the phone, I call my boss, and tell him my throat is sore.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2023
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