Since we in
the Northeast are waiting for the Blizzard of the Century to hit (with many
years left to do better), I thought I’d share this winter poem with you. I
wrote it many years ago when I was still trying to sell poetry to unsuspecting
magazine editors.
Stay
safe friends and neighbors!
Out For The
Paper
Winter,
that old man, came calling
To set
bitter cold at my feet.
I’d only
stepped out for the paper
But found
myself stuck on the street.
My keys disappeared
in the snow bank
No gloves
on my hands, nor a hat.
And then,
didn’t I spy through the window
My dog Lula
Belle and the cat.
My wife
stood there glaring beside them
In curlers
and robe trimmed with silk.
She opened
the door and then slammed it again,
I’d
forgotten to bring home the milk!
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