FEELING THE COLD
Starting to feel the cold
After all these years
Always had warm hands
Wife called me hot water bottle
Her personal nuclear reactor
She has cold feet? cold hands?
No problem - just plaster them onto my bare flesh
And in a minute she’s warm
Have always slept with no pyjama jacket - just too warm -
Window open, she’s freezing, I’m feeling cosy
But after all these years
I’m starting to see her point of view :
It is cold sleeping with the window open.
Coming home, minus-twenty and a breeze
Used to be “refreshing”
Now it hurts my sinuses.
Eyes water now in response to
Snow shot in by the wind
Don’t make snowballs to throw at her
With bare hands any more.
God help me, it’ll be long-johns and
Woolly cardigans next.
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