Heat Is On
With a click,
And a whir,
I feel heat -
No more burr.
Heat flows to
My bedroom.
Out of bed
I now zoom.
Face the day,
I won't mope.
I am warm.
I can cope.
1 comment:
Joy
said...
Fun poem. I know those mornings.
January 24, 2012 at 3:58 PM
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Fun poem. I know those mornings.
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