Wrap me in warm woolens,
envelop me in down,
festoon me with furs from
my sole to my crown.
Turn up the radiator,
bestow a sizzling kiss,
cuddle me in cozy arms;
I'll bask in your bliss.
You have such a warm heart,
and it's kind of you to share it.
But my feet will still be frozen--
I hope that you can bear it.
I can hardly stand to look at her feet - brr!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem!
With your rhythm and rhyme, the poem is fun to read and read aloud. I had to smile at the ending because my feet are always cold and somebody always complains!
ReplyDelete"No one knows, tiddly-pom..."
ReplyDeleteTotally delightful ... from one who knows cold toes!!
ReplyDeleteperfecto! Nothing worse than icy feet being placed on you while snoozing in bed!
ReplyDeleteHave a warm week....tootsies included!
Beautifully done. Enjoyed it from top to my perpetually, frozen tootsie's, too!
ReplyDeleteYou scored again with this poem! How do you do it??? Amazing!
ReplyDeleteLovely writing. Socks anyone?
ReplyDeleteA brilliant Mag response. Thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat reading! For a poem like this cold feet do not matter! :-)
ReplyDeleteYou make defrosting fun.
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