Sunday, September 6, 2009

WINTER ESCAPE

Summers’ drawing to a close.

Too bad we can’t like bears repose

In a cave asleep ‘til spring

And miss the winter’s icy sting.

Avoid the city’s slippery streets,

Dark days, fogs, blizzards, sleets,

Frozen pipes, heating bills,

Colds and flu, fever, chills.

‘Go south!’ you say, ‘and spend the days

Basking in warm solar rays.

Phoenix is the place to be in,

Or somewhere in the Caribbean.’

Well, maybe if the great recession

On your worth made no impression,

You can afford such luxury.

That sadly won’t apply to me.

I know that I’ll not widely roam

From the place that I call home.

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