Frozen pipes,
Nothings ripe,
Inks frozen can’t type,
Can’t of ice wipe,
This write just a bunch of tripe…
Roads slick,
Slippery worse made of brick,
Can’t walk too quick,
Dressing in layers thick,
Streetwalkers can’t turn a trick,
This weather can make ya sick…
No complaints, summers too hot,
Blood will now faster clot,
From the gods, this weather a plot,
Some have it worse, fortunately we do not,
No water in my sink, the beast for living in extreme is shot…
© ed ;-) 1/16/09
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Fee
~W~
A delightful read!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
Just a sugestion, if your ass is frozen sit on Rufuz...that is if Rufie-boy don't sit on you first, PeeWee told me is more smart than his Daddy!
Edvard
Newfie hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.
That piccy - BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR