I'm hiding indoors. Shhhh! Don't tell. I don't want that Ol' North Wind to find me. He's out there, waiting. Blowin' at about a million miles an hour and lookin' for me. That's why I'm in here, hiding. I thought about hiding behind the snow, but its cold out there. If you see Ol' North Wind, don't you tell 'im where I'm hidin', k? Maybe someday, you'll wanna' hide from him and I can keep YOUR secret.
Funny thing about this whole Extended Winter thing... it seems to have put me into a really silly poetry-writing mood. Naturally, I had to post one of my silly poems, just to show you how the weather is messing with my brain. One can only hope that you are not having the same problem with unruly weather.
Someone, pleeeeeeeeze... SAVE ME! I don't wanna' do Winter Any More. HEEEEEEEEELLLP!!!
Fog Spit
Fleeg, flag, flog,
Fleeg, flag, flog,
I think I ate a frog.
The weatherman
Said, "Get your Tan,"
But I'm wrapped up in fog!
I cannot see before me!
I cannot see behind!
But just before I heard a croak,
My mouth was open, wide!
EW, Ptooey! EW, Ptooey! EW, Ptooey, SPIT!
I cannot think of other things with Frog Juice on my Lip.
When this fog's gone and I get home, I'll wash and spit and clean.
Until that time, the fog is thick and I just wanna' scream!
I hope you're surviving winter. Stay inside, where its warm and cozy. And, until the next time, keep a hug on.
Yaya
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