Winters Games
OLD MAN WINTER
DONE DID IT AGAIN
WHEN I GET HOME
I'LL NEED A TONIC AND GIN
RAIN, HARD RAIN
KEEPS COMING DOWN
GIGANTIC PUDDLES
COVER THE GROUND
MY FEET ARE COLD
THEIR SOAK TO THE BONE
I STILL HAVE 2 MILES
BEFORE I REACH HOME
MY UMBRELLA GOT TWISTED
THEN BLEW AWAY
NOW I HAVE NONE
THE REST OF THE WAY
THE FASTER I RUN
THE WETTER I GET
PLEASE DON'T LOOK NOW
MY HAIRDO'S A WRECK
MY COAT IS 10 POUNDS
MY POCKETS HAVE POOLS
EVERYONE'S RUNNING
AND WE ALL LOOK LIKE FOOLS
NOW WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT
THE HAIL STARTED DOWN
I WAS SLIPPING AND SLIDING
THEN HIT THE GROUND
I KNOW I CAN MAKE IT
I'M SO CLOSE TO HOME
TOTALLY SOAKED
AND CHILLED TO THE BONE
OLD MAN WINTER
LOVES TO PLAY GAMES
AND IF YOU LET HIM
HE'LL DRIVE YOU INSANE
I FINALLY MADE IT
HOME AT LAST
HERE I SHALL STAY
TILL THIS WINTER STORM'S PASSED
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2017
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