Short Seasonshouse Poems

Igloo

Snow over a foot deep
Thrown into a big heap

A pile we will make
If not for the kids sake
For an igloo they will undertake

Through the hole I will creep
Not a word I shall peep
Lying here trying to sleep

As I begin to shake
And my back begins to ache
I think it's time for a house break

I'll crawl out like a sheep
And it's off to the house to get some sleep