![]() Winter DaysA Poem by Middling![]() A poem of winter days.![]() In the winter we froze And only ever were we rose To build a clever snowman With a carrot nose. Cold winter Sundays On the hallway stairs Tall stories were told Some fair and some so bold. A tale of a rat A deterrent to our nature To continue along the rail, So never would we venture. A narrow hallway Coat adjacent Games played all day By all players decent. At a quarter to nine A meal arrived, the masses appeased And in luxury would we dine On our knees, always so pleased. Sausages and chips Chicken nuggets and burgers Distributed and placed on our hips Hands and fists full of chips. Then bowing heads And the dispersion to far off beds, Legs of lead and feet of tar Were carried off to the car. © 2010 Middling
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