Icy

Icy

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

You said you didn't mind,
So I took
(Your idea)
The opportunity
To get away,
But I didn't get
Far because everything
Was all
Icy,
(I was slipping and sliding all over the place.)
But that's ok,
(You said,
Trying not to laugh)
We'll fly
And although
It's all cold up there
(we'll probably freeze to death)
It will look pretty.

© 2009 Beatrice Mars


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Added on December 23, 2009
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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

United Kingdom



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